“Let’s just say the club smells its age. There must be at least four dozen flies buzzing around. At points, the stink is so intense that some of the workers can’t help but dry-heave. “I’ve never smelled the smell we’re smelling today,” one of them says. “It’s like a mix of Sprite and sh–.”
Of course, we’re all tired of the CBGBs story, but it’s pretty neat to see the way it’s gonna all travel on the way out of NYC.