Anything Goes and We're Staying Until Five in the Morning: The Legendary Final Night at the Delmar Lounge

Aug 16, 2012 at 6:03 am

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We sat at our table and reflected back upon the most memorable moments we each shared with this venue. The Force was pretty much created due to DJ Needles and Delmar Lounge collectively giving us a hub outside of the Gramophone. It wasn't the Hi Pointe or the Science (Blueberry Hill's deceased Duck Room hip-hop night), but it had a flavor and legacy of its own. I've always felt that the party seemed to end too early at Delmar Lounge, so this was the night of revenge. This was your typical night, except this time the bar was pumped up on steroids.

Everyone was going hard and DJ Black Guy put on a legendary performance in my book. Empty liquor bottles made the perfect backdrop for the ambience, and the bar didn't start asking people to leave until 4:47 in the morning. Shortly before this time arrived I witnessed U-City cops ride by. I pondered how much longer this madness would continue. While we're on the subject this seems like a perfect time for me to say the new black bouncer guy kind of annoyed me. I mean I'm a regular here, learn my face, man, prior to your arrival I never showed I.D. But I'll say this: even he was cool and laid back in the midst of the chaos.

The cops came, said a few words to one of the staff members and burned out. It felt like a scene from the ultimate party movie. Maybe this is the sequel to Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist minus all the romantic stuff and love story undertones. This night deserves a script and a motion picture screenplay dedicated to its honor.

The room was overflowing with the spirit of random drunks and random conversations. I went to bar to try and scrimmage another round of drinks for me and my friends. I spoke to a crazy guy I see there all the time and he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pocket knife. He tries to hide the knife discretely in his palm and at this point I realized we were now enjoying Delmar Lounge in its purest form. Everyone here is crazy in one form or another and we're all here hoping the music keeps flowing.

Eventually the front lights of the building were turned off by one of the managers and from there we stayed an extra 30 minutes before a drunken and disgruntled employee yelled, "We want to go home too, lets go!" and like that the party ended.

We live in a special era in our city. Music venues are crashing left and right. These special places play a role in breeding the overall culture of St. Louis' music scene. A few of these places have become hubs for hipsters and indie musicians. These places are turning into dinosaurs and the meteor is social networking. I don't think this is the reason why Delmar Lounge closed, but let us not act like in it didn't play a role in some form or fashion.

A piece of history now sits on the corner in a lonely and desolate state. When I was younger I stood outside this very window and watched Coultrain and Black Spade perform together for the first time. Before the radio started playing my music people like DJ Needles would use this venue to break my records. I started a making a few records with the goal of hearing them played at this venue in mind.

Delmar Lounge was the centralized hub for so many different forms of musicians and over-the-top music lovers. You see, this is a place that stood the test of time and was virtually free of judgement when it came to the patrons. You could dedicate your night out to being yourself if you came here. You would certainly run into one of your favorite underground local rappers or singers. If you're in need of entertainment on a Tuesday, come down here and have a drink, get harrassed by some weirdos, and listen to some entertaining music. There is no dress code or style preference to worry about. Delmar Lounge was one of those places where it truly was all about the music and it didn't matter what kind of music to be exact. We lost a true gem on this night, but it was a great night and I'll never forget it.

I took a glass home. Corey took a beer pitcher. My friend Jenni Lovette took a whiskey glass. I'm uncertain if my friend Marty took any memorabilia but as we exited the building he suddenly started cussing out the drunk employee that told us to leave. We walk outside to empty pitchers and glasses everywhere on the sidewalk. The gloves were off tonight and this night, more so than any night I've ever experienced at this bar, served as the proper moment of affirmation. Delmar Lounge was truly a special place and we all hope it returns in one form or another.

Salute!