Nine of Clubs

My friend Noelle just sent me this link to James Teitelbaum’s memoir on the Nine of Clubs. I did not know James, but we may have run into each other. We obviously ran in different circles. I only knew about half the people he mentioned. I was coming from the suburbs, Twinsburg to be exact. In those days (1985-1990) I it was kinda unheard of to be traveling so far to visit Cleveland. But in my blue 1964 Chevelle I would travel to the best destination in the city: The Nine of Clubs.

I did not know much about alternative/punk or 70’s rock’n’roll growing up. My dad listened to country and my mom was a pre-Beatles rocker. When I went to High School (Walsh Jesuit) I was introduced to a whole new world. I made friends quickly with what I would call the outcasts. Those that did not know each other from previous schools and those that were not jocks (although I should have possibly been in the jock group – since I was involved in multiple sports). I remember meeting Adamak who first introduced me to The Clash and The Cure. Dennis Schroder caught me up on The Who and some 70’s rock. Dennis later becoming a alternative listener himself. This music explosion to me was an eye opener. I could not get enough of music. I started to live it. Colored hair, teased hair, make-up, punk styled look, and whatever I thought was a cool look. And I bought and consumed music like crazy.

I hung out in Kent mostly at JB’s Down Under for punk and new wave shows. I hung out in the back right corner of the Akron Agora on teen night to wait for the 30 minute set of alt/punk music. Meet many good friends there (remember one girl particularly, another story). But for dancing Nine of Clubs was the place.

For those of us that remember Nine of Clubs it is still talked about and has become a cherished time in our lives. It was a gay club that was open to the straight crowd (well those of us that would go). They played the music no one else was playing and played it all night long (I still hear Shriekback’s “Nemesis” in the back of my head). It was the place to just be. There was even a group of us Sea World employees that called it home.

Well these music days ended at “The Club” and I moved to The Lift. I moved to more live music. I moved to Toledo to attend University. I started a local radio show on WXUT that played music from unsigned artists in Ohio and parts of Michigan.

Nine of Clubs helped shape me. It opened my mind. It gave me a sense that others knew what I was going through in my early years. It was mine and many others ‘safe place.’

Read James’ memoir for great details on his Nine of Clubs days.

Maybe later I will add details to this writing, but for now like most good things it will stay embedded in my memory.