When we were younger, hairier and louder we used to play around London with a full band. One of the places we played several times was the legendary Bull & Gate in Kentish Town, which closes on 4th May. It's going to become a gastropub apparently. It was never beautiful, and we always seemed to be promoted along totally inappropriate other acts, but it was a proper old-school indie venue.
Things come and things go, and the next generation of venues are hopefully making their own history now, but it's still worth noting its demise. I remember the palimpsest of band stickers in the gents, the old Irish fellers in the front bar, and the sticky floor and rank smell of the venue out the back, a different sound engineer each time we played, all called Dave. We made a racket there, and so did thousands of others, and for that, we are grateful!
Things come and things go, and the next generation of venues are hopefully making their own history now, but it's still worth noting its demise. I remember the palimpsest of band stickers in the gents, the old Irish fellers in the front bar, and the sticky floor and rank smell of the venue out the back, a different sound engineer each time we played, all called Dave. We made a racket there, and so did thousands of others, and for that, we are grateful!