Blue Note Lounge

groovehouse: 26th Dec 2006 - 17:39 GMT

I regret not going to the Blue Note while I was in NYC... next time for sure!

joey: 27th Dec 2006 - 02:38 GMT

where i grew up in cleveland heights we had the blue knight lounge. very different. the juke box played steppenwolf 'born to be wild'. that's where i learned to drink beer.

joey: 27th Dec 2006 - 02:40 GMT

jack. tell us about your experience with the beat generation. mine - ginsburg once groped my thigh at an art opening. but that was in the 80s.

jack: 27th Dec 2006 - 02:44 GMT

1956 i graduate grade school. fights everyday. i think i'll post this one.

little ukraine: 27th Dec 2006 - 05:47 GMT

i went to blue note for my then-girlfriend/now-fiancee's 19th birthday, and saw a rather well-known artist (can't believe i can't remember who right now, but a friend and i were very excited to meet him on the way to the bathroom after the set). it was nice, but we also had gone to smalls when we were still in high school.. and smalls was pretty great. i stopped going to jazz clubs after sophomore year in college, though i can't really give a good reason why. smalls on west 10th (neat w 4th) was a fantastic venue where, if you were lucky, some really amazing, famous musicians would show up to sit in.

joey, when i was in cleveland, we went to some underwater-themed bar on the way back from a bowling alley in lakewood. can't remember the name of it... down the hatch i think. it seemed pretty new, actually. don't know when the last time you were in northeast Ohio was, but perhaps this place rings a bell.

joey: 5th Jan 2008 - 19:12 GMT

little. i'm was cleveland east sider and i rarely went to lakewood. i remember going to club on W25th street and my uncle john's house on W65th.
my jazz club story (1997) was seeing pharaoh sanders doing a line of coke in the bathroom during the set break. keystone korner- sf

joey: 6th Jan 2008 - 01:29 GMT

oops. correction. the date of my jazz club story, keystone korner, sf is 1977. i was there with thiel and janet.

colavitos ghost: 7th Jan 2008 - 22:26 GMT

joey: next time you're in cleveland, be sure to check who's playing at nighttown at cedar fairmount. unfortunately, that's just about the only place in cleveland to reliably see good jazz. fortunately, it's a place in cleveland to see reliably good jazz. i think you get my drift...

Mark Brown: 13th Nov 2008 - 01:06 GMT

That is so wild that I saw this I was looking at this page & I saw Blue knight lounge & it caught my eye I lived right up the street from it actually I was at the bar the end of October in 81 & a friend of mine got into a heated argument with a guy & I got involved & we got thrown out and continued arguing outside and duing it all the guy my buddy was arguing with pulled out a pistol & shot me in the head and I woke up three & a half months later in the hospital? So my advice is next time you`re at the pub & see two drunks arguing STAY OUT?

jack: 13th Nov 2008 - 14:58 GMT

hi joey, its been almost two years since you asked for a story about the beat generation in the village. well its better late than never, so here is a short one. my friend tommy and i would drive into the city on friday and saturday nights and drop off a friend also named tommy, who was a firefighter in brooklyn and also was a catcher on the lafayette high school baseball team and he caught for sandy koufax number 32 for the la dodgers, so we would drop off tommy the hand and tommy and i would continue uptown to germantown in the sixties and go to a dance hall and then to 62nd street on the east side to the inner circle and squeeze inside to press ourselves up against some lovelies and chat awhile holding a glass of scotch in the air so it won't spill on the lovelies, i turned to a lovely once and here we are chest to chest and i asked her if she would like to dance, it was the moment for a line like that, then after a few hours we would cruise downtown to the village, the grimy, sleezy village, and we would go into a bar to pick up tommy hands and saw the creatures lingering around, out in space, dazed, in another world, half undressed, just smoking and sniffing, guys on guys and girls on girls, and the rest of us straights gawking each other and making these weird sounds under our breaths, grooving to some weird electrical music in this rundown bar with two lights on in the joint, and we had a ball and later remarked about how many times we dumped tommy hands down here and thought he was just gonna drink and sleep on the bar like our friend screwy louie and harvey shades and frankie brains, the girls would drift off to avenue b and thompson park and prop themselves on a parking meter and wait for the dawn. i went home to my bed in brooklyn, my old bed, soft, warm, comfy bed, and wake up at noon and my mom would make me pancakes and sausages, and pop would have all the papers for me to read until at least 2 pm and then sit down to sunday dinner with my family and eat until 6 pm. it was the traditional 5 hour meal for italians. not I-talians but it-talians, those were the days, now their gone and all with God, (i hope), but now i'm the old man and my grandchildren love my stories and my littlest granddaughter at 2 loves when i sing to her, now that's LIFE!

dirty Kurt: 19th Dec 2010 - 19:00 GMT

I too learned to drink beer at the Blue Knight Lounge. Apparently they had no issue with serving 3.2 beer to underage motorcycle urchins because I think I started going there as soon as I had a temp permit. "Morrie" was the bartender in the 70s, and a regular, "Ray" was was always at the far end of the bar on "his" stool. On my 18th birthday I told Morrie that it was my birthday and from then on I was served hard liquor. Funny, for a bar named the Blue Knight I never remember a policeman in there. They had a great pinball machine.