Every night, we would give the act a pizza. It was really bad pizza, but it was something. This rat was stumbling on the pipes above the dressing room -- we had just gassed the rats -- and it falls from the pipe, face up in the pizza, feet up, tail up. We had some Three Mile Island rats.Thanks for the post!
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"At the end of a really hot show, the walls would sweat brown nicotine. The smell was the combination of all that smoke, the sweat, the rats, the occasional patchouli, the plaster of that building being 100 years old, probably the garbage in the alley coming through the back doors. And the beer kegs leaked and saturated the subfloor. I... See More have a vial of the smell somewhere. But I don't want to open it. The vial is vile." -- Donna Westmoreland, longtime 9:30 club employee
Anyone who was ever at the old 9:30 Club will never forget that smell.
posted by Ike_Arumba at 5:04 PM on April 18, 2010 [3 favorites]