Mr. K was 75 and died from lung cancer about a year after a dispute with the landlord forced him to close the club which brought us the Ramones, Talking Heads, Blondie, Patti Smith: aka 75% of the music of my adolescence. To my everlasting regret despite living in New York from ’81 to ’85 I never got to the club. At least I made it to Max’s Kansas City before it closed. And to kill whatever chance I might have had of actually having any cool cred let me say that I made it to Max’s for lunch. Yeah, I’m hardcore.
FYI: The complete name was CBGB & OMFUG which stood for Country, Bluegrass and Blues & Other Music For Uplifting Gourmandisers.
Collateral Damage 
I was there! My sister worked there. She was a waitress and she married the sound engineer (25 years and two teenagers later she is a personal trainer, he is a union man in good standing — both living in NJ!).
Yeah, but when we were in college you had that thing … y’know … i forget what it’s called … oh yeah … a life!
No, no, no…this was my sister’s life! I was just a high school kid at the time! She was already quais-respectable by the time I got to college.
i have this shirt!
I as well have this shirt XD
I wonder if my grandchildren could imagine grandpa running around CBGB’s in fishnets, thigh-high boots and a leather leotard ? Upstairs at Max’s, Gildesleeves, TRAX, the Paladium, did it get any better ? God did we have fun !