tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post5967043325808127938..comments2024-03-26T04:26:04.911-07:00Comments on Lost City: This Was Ludlow StreetBrooks of Sheffieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18297071358029060908noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-16601586140333849782017-02-19T20:12:22.701-08:002017-02-19T20:12:22.701-08:00I played in a Band called She Cried. We gigged at...I played in a Band called She Cried. We gigged at the Ludlow a lot in 1991-1994. I absolutely loved that place. One Saturday there must have been 300 people in there and spilling out onto the street. The manager (Cam/Kam?) got up on stage and played percussion for a while. Looking out over the sea of humanity it seemed like a tide that would break upon the stage. There was a cajun chef there for a while who made the best fried chicken I ever had. There was an amazing band we double billed with sometimes call Styve--loved them. Those of us on the inside used to get special desserts at the bar--god I miss that place.<br />Jason StripinisAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14896824275968484379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-42288474743613315362017-01-11T03:39:35.804-08:002017-01-11T03:39:35.804-08:00Dearest Joe Cross,
Thank-you for making the Ludlo...Dearest Joe Cross,<br /><br />Thank-you for making the Ludlow Street Cafe what it was. It was there while watching a friend of mine perform in her band "Bite the Wax Godhead" that I met my husband twenty-five years ago.<br /><br />In 1995 he made a short paean to the street with a brief zoom shot of me in Amy Down's Hat shop <a href="https://vimeo.com/30576998" rel="nofollow">Planet Ludlow</a> It's how he first saw me through the windows of your Ludlow Street Cafe, Joe, and said "there's my wife". Well, not quite mugging like that...<br /><br />Questiniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06225633428852696530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-66533009715672380302016-12-12T03:49:09.569-08:002016-12-12T03:49:09.569-08:00Hi I too had a major life experience with Ludlow S...Hi I too had a major life experience with Ludlow Street. My name is Chris however everyone knows me as CAMM. I am a musician and was the manager for Joe and Woody at the Ludlow St Cafe from 1988 - 1992 and built the piano store into an after hours. I remember playing piano in the early morning while Ernie would come in to get ready to move pianos and sell. Joe and his son Harly were wonderful people as well as Woody and I look fondly on those days and miss them dearly. Many don't remember the shoot out at the cafe, Steve the doorman with his girlfriend Teena lived above and it was at 4am when we were closing the cafe and I was just heading across the street to open the piano store for the weekend after hours. Aaron from Nada was a friend and he too was a visionary. I still live in nyc and was smart to buy when and did and not sell THANK GOD. I miss Ludlow street the way it was and the entire east village. It saddens me greatly that you can't be an artist anymore in nyc or brooklyn. <br />All the bands from The Niagara with Robert and Frank Whaley, Franks Museum, Monday Night with Beat Rodeo, Chris Whitley God rest his wonderful soul, Styve the list goes on and on were incredible and The Ludlow Street Cafe was the scene. I remember helping oolie carry wood in to build her bar at Max Fish. Matt Dillon used to hang every monday night. <br />Ludlow attracted the most beautiful women in NYC and the scene, vibe and street oozed real, hip energy.<br />Im so glad to have read this blog and see that there are others who hold the interesting street with such fond memories. I will forever miss Ludlow street and IF I had the ability to change time I would quickly transport back to 1978 Ludlow Street knowing what I know now<br /><br />cammAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09725344572714759802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-44751764271440329632016-12-12T03:48:57.263-08:002016-12-12T03:48:57.263-08:00Hi I too had a major life experience with Ludlow S...Hi I too had a major life experience with Ludlow Street. My name is Chris however everyone knows me as CAMM. I am a musician and was the manager for Joe and Woody at the Ludlow St Cafe from 1988 - 1992 and built the piano store into an after hours. I remember playing piano in the early morning while Ernie would come in to get ready to move pianos and sell. Joe and his son Harly were wonderful people as well as Woody and I look fondly on those days and miss them dearly. Many don't remember the shoot out at the cafe, Steve the doorman with his girlfriend Teena lived above and it was at 4am when we were closing the cafe and I was just heading across the street to open the piano store for the weekend after hours. Aaron from Nada was a friend and he too was a visionary. I still live in nyc and was smart to buy when and did and not sell THANK GOD. I miss Ludlow street the way it was and the entire east village. It saddens me greatly that you can't be an artist anymore in nyc or brooklyn. <br />All the bands from The Niagara with Robert and Frank Whaley, Franks Museum, Monday Night with Beat Rodeo, Chris Whitley God rest his wonderful soul, Styve the list goes on and on were incredible and The Ludlow Street Cafe was the scene. I remember helping oolie carry wood in to build her bar at Max Fish. Matt Dillon used to hang every monday night. <br />Ludlow attracted the most beautiful women in NYC and the scene, vibe and street oozed real, hip energy.<br />Im so glad to have read this blog and see that there are others who hold the interesting street with such fond memories. I will forever miss Ludlow street and IF I had the ability to change time I would quickly transport back to 1978 Ludlow Street knowing what I know now<br /><br />cammAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09725344572714759802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-17890414999311554152016-12-12T03:48:49.933-08:002016-12-12T03:48:49.933-08:00Hi I too had a major life experience with Ludlow S...Hi I too had a major life experience with Ludlow Street. My name is Chris however everyone knows me as CAMM. I am a musician and was the manager for Joe and Woody at the Ludlow St Cafe from 1988 - 1992 and built the piano store into an after hours. I remember playing piano in the early morning while Ernie would come in to get ready to move pianos and sell. Joe and his son Harly were wonderful people as well as Woody and I look fondly on those days and miss them dearly. Many don't remember the shoot out at the cafe, Steve the doorman with his girlfriend Teena lived above and it was at 4am when we were closing the cafe and I was just heading across the street to open the piano store for the weekend after hours. Aaron from Nada was a friend and he too was a visionary. I still live in nyc and was smart to buy when and did and not sell THANK GOD. I miss Ludlow street the way it was and the entire east village. It saddens me greatly that you can't be an artist anymore in nyc or brooklyn. <br />All the bands from The Niagara with Robert and Frank Whaley, Franks Museum, Monday Night with Beat Rodeo, Chris Whitley God rest his wonderful soul, Styve the list goes on and on were incredible and The Ludlow Street Cafe was the scene. I remember helping oolie carry wood in to build her bar at Max Fish. Matt Dillon used to hang every monday night. <br />Ludlow attracted the most beautiful women in NYC and the scene, vibe and street oozed real, hip energy.<br />Im so glad to have read this blog and see that there are others who hold the interesting street with such fond memories. I will forever miss Ludlow street and IF I had the ability to change time I would quickly transport back to 1978 Ludlow Street knowing what I know now<br /><br />cammAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09725344572714759802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-32743739414510198342016-12-12T03:46:34.343-08:002016-12-12T03:46:34.343-08:00Hi I too had a major life experience with Ludlow S...Hi I too had a major life experience with Ludlow Street. My name is Chris however everyone knows me as CAMM. I am a musician and was the manager for Joe and Woody at the Ludlow St Cafe from 1988 - 1992 and built the piano store into an after hours. I remember playing piano in the early morning while Ernie would come in to get ready to move pianos and sell. Joe and his son Harly were wonderful people as well as Woody and I look fondly on those days and miss them dearly. Many don't remember the shoot out at the cafe, Steve the doorman with his girlfriend Teena lived above and it was at 4am when we were closing the cafe and I was just heading across the street to open the piano store for the weekend after hours. Aaron from Nada was a friend and he too was a visionary. I still live in nyc and was smart to buy when and did and not sell THANK GOD. I miss Ludlow street the way it was and the entire east village. It saddens me greatly that you can't be an artist anymore in nyc or brooklyn. <br />All the bands from The Niagara with Robert and Frank Whaley, Franks Museum, Monday Night with Beat Rodeo, Chris Whitley God rest his wonderful soul, Styve the list goes on and on were incredible and The Ludlow Street Cafe was the scene. I remember helping oolie carry wood in to build her bar at Max Fish. Matt Dillon used to hang every monday night. <br />Ludlow attracted the most beautiful women in NYC and the scene, vibe and street oozed real, hip energy.<br />Im so glad to have read this blog and see that there are others who hold the interesting street with such fond memories. I will forever miss Ludlow street and IF I had the ability to change time I would quickly transport back to 1978 Ludlow Street knowing what I know now<br /><br />cammAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09725344572714759802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-45566829863613140002014-07-27T12:25:16.899-07:002014-07-27T12:25:16.899-07:00Does anyone have a photograph of the back room sta...Does anyone have a photograph of the back room stage with interior balcony when 'pianos' was 'the piano store'?Vitanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-59742842978574738372014-07-05T12:39:41.259-07:002014-07-05T12:39:41.259-07:00My name is Flora and my father (Joe Cross) was the...My name is Flora and my father (Joe Cross) was the owner of the cafe. I don't remember it but I did have my first birthday there. I have photo's of my first party.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-69103515831661149892013-11-02T17:19:50.048-07:002013-11-02T17:19:50.048-07:00Joe Cross said--I have never posted on a Blog and ...Joe Cross said--I have never posted on a Blog and now twice on the same one. Kathryn--I had not thought of you for years and last night I thought of you all night. I reject the notion of coincidence and yet believe in nothing else. So call this unlikely and leave it at that. I told someone I hired to help to start a club in Buenos Aires that I had had a bar once and mentioned it's name--might have mentioned the bar was well-liked and someone had actually started a blog--just that, nothing more--and forgot the blog existed. And just now he sent me this. And then to see your name! Makes me feel I am living in a live world--and it's made it's my day and we'll see if it makes our night. Where are are you--exactly! Certainly not not even NEAR what used to Ludlow Street! But give me a call and we'll go exactly there--to celebrate. Dark feckless youthful penance for starter--and we'll take it from there. Anything we can conjure up will seem hilarious it let it. So call me please and ASAP. Skype is my nameplus11--and my address is just my name with ff tacked on (family, friends)--and at yahoo. I just got back to NY also--so it's even more fun. Hope you see this--and I'll try to find you. also.Joe Crossnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-46808376885847615942013-11-01T19:20:50.608-07:002013-11-01T19:20:50.608-07:00Well hello Joe Cross and Jack Forster. Who knew I...Well hello Joe Cross and Jack Forster. Who knew I'd find you sharing space on an LES nostalgia blog (albeit 4 years apart). ...I lived on Ludlow Street for a bit, in the 80s, when it WAS still edgy, truly edgy - and still owned by Joe - filled with mad women and fleas and drugs - before the moody bars, before the theatre, before that glorious middle time that paved the way to selling it out to what it - and the rest of LES - is now. Have a painting of it somewhere.....Kathryn Mederos Syssoyevanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-90130441687888490222013-06-16T13:49:40.115-07:002013-06-16T13:49:40.115-07:00I owned The Ludlow Street Cafe and The Piano Store...I owned The Ludlow Street Cafe and The Piano Store. I lived on Ludlow St. since 1967 and Jack Forster worked for me (Hi Jack) and was right about the guns and that it was NOT a job for a guy just out of college! (Hey Gaby we NEVER sold a piano? We sold lots of pianos!) <br /><br />Before gentrification got out of control it was fun. The block is now unbearable--not then. We had 3 bands a night 7 nights a week. The food was good and it was cheap. Girls would bend over garbage cans--we kept the backyard dark. Drug dealers provided something wanted--if they sold in the bathrooms they were fine. We had no C of O--our legal limit was 74. Fri/Sat night we'd have well over 200 people. They never bothered us for it but clocked us $1,500 for selling a beer to a cop who looked 30. The brunch was first-rate. <br /><br />It was all fun and firsts and I feel responsible for bailing when I did--if it had kept it's rough edges Ludlow St. might have survived. We NEEDED the bodegas selling bags of dope 8-Balls of coke and milk a week out of date. The smell of joints being passed stayed in the backyard--everyone smoked their cigarettes in the bar. The ceilings were so low there was haze. The theater was next door, in the back of the Piano Store--Shakespeare in the Parking Lot across from it. (But then came Guliani might have been over anyway.) But while it lasted? The theater was various, everywhere--next door, the back of the Piano Store, Shakespeare in our Parking Lot. The first art gallery, antique store, The Piano Store became an after hours joint--Save the Robots had stayed open for a decade, we never worried, people could drink til dawn--and enough. (I Googled the Cafe--a mistake--RIP.) Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-54198305193245110252011-03-31T04:43:47.600-07:002011-03-31T04:43:47.600-07:00Does someone have photos of Ludlow street in 1900 ...Does someone have photos of Ludlow street in 1900 or thereabouts?Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06081198493535641736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-29078450523189668742009-12-09T07:24:37.780-08:002009-12-09T07:24:37.780-08:00I also remember the Ludlow Street of the late 80&#...I also remember the Ludlow Street of the late 80's and early 90's, it was definitely rawer then as BaHa and Jack Forster described, which brought back fond memories. The street definitely had a different 'air' to it then, more than half the people you see gallivanting on it now wouldn't have dared to come around. Although it was raw, there was (as BaHa pointed out) a sense of a creative movement and neighborhood there. I remember 555-Soul (Triple 5 Soul) at 151 Ludlow, Too Black Guys right next to them and getting my hair cut at Valerie's hair salon next door. There were the countless nights at Max Fish or mid-day at The Hat getting 'liquid crack' to-go. There were the dealers who ran the block who would say hello, but kept to their biz, and yes the junkies were rampant, shooting up, nodding out, waking up to do it all over again. Towards the end, during Mayor Giuliani's reign the TNT busts became more frequent, nothing like seeing 50 cops fully armed with riot shields and door rams locking down the block with a low-flying police helicopter overhead. You'd think it was a movie, but really it was the beginning of the change...matty-hohttp://www.subcultureconglomerate.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-78396779411542900522009-11-29T10:57:29.365-08:002009-11-29T10:57:29.365-08:00Ha. I WORKED at the Piano Store when it was a pia...Ha. I WORKED at the Piano Store when it was a piano store, and furthermore when it was in its first Ludlow Street location, across the street. I was the building manager, god help me, as well, first job out of college. Made a terrible mess of it. Moved pianos and did Other Things there from 1985-87 or so. Ate a lot of tripe soup on Sundays at the Hat, and I felt like the only guy on the block with no gun.Jack Forsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04410034944629010819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-20156186880458479372008-11-15T00:21:00.000-08:002008-11-15T00:21:00.000-08:00I lived on Ludlow Street in 1993, opposite the pia...I lived on Ludlow Street in 1993, opposite the piano shop that NEVER once sold a piano during my tenure. The Ludlow Street cafe - outside at the back in the summer - was the scene of some of the best meals I ever ate in New York. I'd say 50% good food and 50% atmosphere. Next week I'm returning to New York from Sydney Australia for the first time since leaving some fifteen years ago. At least I'll still be able to drink a beer at Max Fish...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-12738936508998501272008-04-19T15:41:00.000-07:002008-04-19T15:41:00.000-07:00During the year 2000, Pianos was also a swing danc...During the year 2000, Pianos was also a swing dancers' weekly speakeasy, complete with labor-intensive wood floor, precarious DJ space, tiki bar, "nookie room," lots of junk piled everywhere, and very-late-night jam sessions with jazz musicians from all over the city. I once saw a play about alien abductions there, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-27372483868132291502008-04-11T16:09:00.000-07:002008-04-11T16:09:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-7287874665712324442008-04-11T10:27:00.000-07:002008-04-11T10:27:00.000-07:00Dear god, those of us who moved to the neighborhoo...Dear god, those of us who moved to the neighborhood in the early eighties (me from Brooklyn) were not hipsters. We were poor, not faux. We didn't wear vintage with irony; we wore second-hand of necessity. A great many of us were in the arts, most with hellish day job of necessity. We didn't have trust funds to back us up--anyone with a trust fund would not be living where you stepped over druggies shooting up every morning. It was a mad, brilliant, incredible, creative time. Hipsters would never have understood it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-50805988272345696392008-04-11T06:14:00.000-07:002008-04-11T06:14:00.000-07:00You failed to mention that The Hat was, at least a...You failed to mention that The Hat was, at least as of two years go, the best place in the city for underage drinking. Haven't been since I graduated from college, but the to-go margaritas (sadly no longer available -- thanks Bloomberg!) were the best/worst idea ever. Since the LES turned into Meatpacking Jr., though, The Hat's lenient alcohol policy has led to it being full of 17 year old suburban wannabe hipsters every weekend night.<BR/><BR/>Not that we were so different at the time, I suppose.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com