Here’s the story of how I got a show on RUR.  I remember how the knuckleheads running the place were all making fun of the Ramones and the Pistols first albums when they came out in 1976, my freshman year at the U of R.  I had to go into the station late at night the first time to listen to the two albums in a dark unused studio on headphones so no one would bother me and make fun of me.  I could not believe there was something new that I liked so much as everything else I was listening to when I was in high school was 50’s and 60’s music.  I was totally unaware up to that point of some of the early 70’s great bands like the Stooges, the Dolls and the Velvet Underground.  It took me nearly two years to be allowed to do a show due to the unwillingness to let anything other than complete crap be played on the station.

The person who let me on the air was the program director at the time Vic Frank, thank you Vic.  Vic went on to a career in broadcasting and the last I heard he had been producing NFL football games for CBS TV.  I also want to thank the various station managers and program directors who let me continue my show for two years after I graduated from the U of R. DJing at RUR was a blast, it was so much fun each week to do my four hour radio show.

I am especially thankful to three people who influenced me musically — number one was Kevin Patrick who mentored me musically and was a very good friend (I have never met someone with a more incredible knowledge and collection of British 60’s and 70’s music). The second person, although I did not know him super well, was Greg Prevost with his amazing knowledge of U.S. 60’s garage music, Greg in my opinion should be personally credited with starting the entire worldwide retro garage movement that without question started in Rochester.  And thirdly Dick Storms of the Record Archive for making the coolest cutting edge music of the day available to take home along with the greatest used oldie records for sale.

Sometime in the early 80’s I got off track musically and little by little started playing more and more British electronic dance music on my show.  My salvation came in the form of Willie Alexander.  Seeing his Scorgies show was my personal rock renewal.  I immediately purged British electronic dance music for my show and re focused toward rock and roll.  A little less bloody than Chairman Mao’s Great Leap Forward.

I really appreciated the terrific following of high school kids that inspired me every week. I particularly remember Weems who went on to DJ at WNYU in New York City the premier college radio station in the country at the time where he played New Math and the Chesterfield Kings regularly and the show’s number one fans the two Valle sisters from Webster who called me every week to play their requests.

The shows I enjoyed the most were the live interviews of bands.  I remember The Cramps, The Gun Club, New Math, The Chesterfield Kings and most of the local groups.

I only played the album version of Rock Lobster when I had to take a crap as everything else was too short to take care of business.

I remember in 1979 or 1980 U2 was supposed to play Rochester on their first U.S. tour right after I Will Follow came out.  At the time no one other than the punks and new wavers knew who they were so they were booked into the Red Creek which showcased a cool band every now and then.  I got there early as I was excited to see U2 and as soon as I got there I learned the show was cancelled for an unusual reason.  Apparently, the band who were already huge in Europe, wanted a closed door sound check and the Red Creek management refused due to not wanting to throw out all of the dinner goers that were eating in the restaurant which was the same room as the band played.  Before driving away to go home, I remember seeing the band hanging outside their tour bus in the parking lot with no one else around.  I still kick myself for not walking up and talking to them which I could have easily done.

Pretenders Ticket Stub

Pretenders Ticket Stub

I learned the power of promotion when The Pretenders came to Rochester.  They played the same venue twice a few months apart on their first U.S. tour.  150 people maximum came the first time and over a thousand came the next time after Brass in Pocket went top 20.  During the second show, Chrissie Hynde asked from the stage how many were at the first show and at least 750 people screamed they were there.

A lot of us thought we had a great unknown music scene as several national acts that came through sucked compared to our local bands — in particular I remember X and the Go-Go’s, two of L.A.’s top bands, had separate shows at Scorigies one year and we were convinced that Rochester had way better bands than L.A. after that because their performances were not terribly good.

Several times a year a few of us would go on a 24 hour road trip to see a rock show in NYC without staying overnight to sleep, 6 hours each way.  I especially remember one crazy trip that Peter Presstone and I took to see music at the Peppermint Lounge.

In an attempt to make a few extra bucks I pieced together some portable DJ equipment and ran an advert.   Needless to say this business idea bombed because everyone wanted top 40 drivel that I did not have any interest in doing.  One time I did oldies for a group of 40 and 50 year couples at a firehouse and I mixed The Way I Walk by The Cramps into the old hits and all of these couples were dancing to it like it the Beatles or the Stones or Buddy Holly.  I still laugh when I think about that one.

Only slightly better was my idea of promoting rock events.  The first one was a show at the main dinning room at the U of R sponsored by WRUR and promoted as the first New Wave Dance on campus.  I booked two or three local bands and prayed someone would show up.  It did really well so then I thought I actually knew what I was doing, which was a major mistake.  I met Jim Havalack, who at the time was managing the Chesterfield Kings, and he had an in on possibly opening the then closed Parliament Lounge as a live music venue.  We met with the owner and we thought convinced him we were his best alternative.  Well, it was something right out of The Producers as he apparently thought we were the best bet to fail so that he could get a tax write-off.  We, of course, did not know this.

We proceeded to book two months of national acts including The Insect Surfers from D.C. as the first show.  We had to put down serious deposits for all of these acts (new club, new promoter).  Opening night drew a capacity crowd on what I recall was a warm late Spring evening.  The owner was supposedly shocked by this outcome and it seems decided to turn on the heat and water down the drinks so that people would never come back.

Jim and I did a few more shows there, New Math played one of them, and it was clear that if we brought in all of the national acts we would get killed doing them at The Parliament Lounge because of our differences with the owner.  So we tried to move some to other venues so we would not lose the deposits but ultimately that was not possible with many of them as the dates were already booked for other events.  Needless to say we took a bath and I have still not seen ? and the Mysterians which would have been a great show.

My memory of D.I.Y. was throwing together the photos and lettering for 8 1/2 x 11 promotional flyers and then putting up photocopies all over town for hours for shows that I was promoting.  It was always a surprise to me that I never heard about anyone complaining about all the promo flyers that the various music promoters put on telephone poles throughout entire neighborhoods of Rochester for years.

Despite the various setbacks, my biggest financial success was promoting 999’s show at Scorgies.  This was one of the shows originally scheduled for The Parliament Lounge and Don Scorgie and Danny Deutsch were nice enough to accept this show for the club which I still appreciate.  I lined up ITR/CMF/RUR interviews and made close to $2000 and the next day backed my car smack into the rear bumper of Gary Trainor’s car in the parking lot of the apartment building that a bunch of us lived at and had have to give him $700-$800 to get his car fixed.  Despite the successful 999 show, the loss of the deposits for the acts that could not be rescheduled was significant.

I am probably forgetting a whole bunch of people and a whole lot of the crazy and fun times but these are some of the things that come to mind. Thanks for reading.
Rock and Roll Joel

I can remember the first time I heard the Chesterfield Kings, and of course, it was at Scorgies. It was February 1980, and I was there to see New Math as well as Cappy & the Frenchmen, also on the bill. As my designated driver, Del Rivers, and I walked down the stairs, we heard the strains of the Yardbirds “Evil Hearted You”-who the heck would be doing this song?!?. Most new music bands threw in a token ’50’s or ’60’s rocker for fun, but not like this! The ‘Kings were still a four piece at this point; Ori wasn’t with them. The cranked out one 1960’s garage rock tune after another, and I just couldn’t believe anyone would do all these obscure songs in 1980. Girls were screaming, people were standing on chairs and the night was a total blast.

Jukebox Heroism

Gary Numan - Cars b/w Metal

Gary Numan - "Cars" b/w "Metal"

There have been several posts to date referencing the Jukebox at Scorgies; today’s post is all about the singles. From the collection of Danny Deutsch, I have scanned the actual 45 rpm singles (with sleeves, if present). This is in no way meant to represent a comprehensive, all-inclusive selection of every 45 on the jukebox. However, the mix is interesting: three classic Rolling Stones singles and two each by Eddie and the Hotrods, David Bowie, Roxy Music, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and Ian Dury. A few lost-in-the-shuffle artists like Genya Ravan, Willie Nile and Ian Gomm make up the rest of the mix. I’ve posted both sides of the Eddie and the HotRods picture sleeve for “Life on the Line” single because I’m certain the “B” side “Do Anything You Wanna Do” got more play. Plus, it was the last song Rock and Roll Joel aired on WRUR.

What’s missing? I seem to remember ABBA being on the Jukebox; after Danny left (ABBA being a favorite of Don’s). Anyone else care to chime in on the missing songs?

Danny deserves thanks and praise for preserving these slabs of vinyl. Take a gander at the Jukebox gallery after the jump; you might want to download a photo or two to add to your iTunes when you create your own special “Scorgies” Mix.

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Hello fellow Rochester rockers. I just found out about this site…thanks Stan…wow, I haven’t heard some of these names in years. It’s great to see my fellow bandmates from The Now (Larry and Steve) being remembered. If I wasn’t down here in Auckland, I’d definitely be there for the reunion.  Have a drink (or two) for me.

Cheers,

Marty Duda

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As the new wave was beginning to gain greater acceptance, more and more local bands were attempting to put on shows at established bars and clubs. The problem each band encountered was that club owners expected two to three 45-minute sets from the acts. While this had not been a problem with stadium rock wanna-be bands, doing our own songs, all of which were less than three minutes long (at 200+ bpm), was too daunting.
Evolving out of the dissolution of the first New Math iteration, I sat in on bass with a group of musicians that were sharing practice space the Cox building and from this came The Targets.
The idea for The Targets developed from one of those “ah-ha” moments when Sue Metro and I realized that what was needed in Rochester was an opening act. Sue and I both agreed that we would open for any act, at any club, under the following conditions:
1)    No sound check
2)    No dealing with PA or lights
3)    Use the amps from the other bands
4)    Show up, plug-in and play for 30-minutes
5)    Party for free while enjoying the headline acts
A simple concept that we were lucky enough to enjoy from 1979 to about 1981. The Targets initial lineup was: Sue Metro – guitar, Michele Ford – vocals, Tim Roberts – drums and Robert Slide – bass.  The groups’ first show was at Scorgies playing with The Chesterfield Kings and New Math. Subsequently, The Targets were featured on Tom Kohn’s production of the L.P. “From the City that Brought You Absolutely Nothing” – playing White Corvette, recorded on a TEAC 4-track in my parents basement. The second line up of the group featured Trisha Knight on vocals for the duration of The Targets life in the Rochester music scene.
I remained good friends with Sue Metro over the years and she went on to be in several more notable bands (High Risk Group and Lucky 57) in Boston and Providence.
Until recently I had lost track of Trisha who, thanks to the Scorgies reunion made contact with Sue and I. Tim and Michele have not, as yet, been located but hope they hear about the November 21st reunion and show up at The German House.
For those of you who remember The Targets, Sue, Trisha and I have been given a slot of time out of New Math’s set to do three of our songs from our days as an opening act. For this we owe a debt of thanks to Gary Trainer and all of the New Math Now folks who support our return to playing (if only for one night). I have not touched my Rickenbaker in more than 25-years, so what your will hear on November 21st is anyone’s guess – but in the end, isn’t that what the new wave was all about? Grab a guitar and play!

UPSTAIRS: or How Scorgies Ruined My Life

Andi Koller

Andi (Thegirlontheleft)

By: Thegirlontheleft

In fall of 1979 word got to me in the Mercy cafeteria that there was a bar I had to check out. Seems some of the Southwedge girls had heard my eulogy to Sid Vicious in the art room the previous spring and just knew I should be introduced to Scorgies. I blame them. Terri B and I made our way to Andrews St. in her Torino one Friday night, only to find a bland, Izod-covered crowd heading downstairs to see Duke Jupiter.

So what’s the big deal? We might as well be at the Mason Jar. Peering into the windows of the main entrance revealed a far more interesting sight. There was Kim B, a junior at Mercy, draped over some short dude in a biker jacket who we would come to know as Jimmy Jazz. A girl who could pass for Nancy Spungen had fallen on the floor. A guy who I later knew as Geoff Wilson sat alone and mysterious, staring back at us. Now THIS is more like it.

Senior year of high school was devoted to scrounging money off the floor of the car to afford .50 draughts at Scorgies. Tracey joined me, Kelly joined her, and it was all downhill from there. Targets, the Bowery Boys, Cappy and the Frenchmen, Delroy Rebop and New Math were our excuses for heading to the depths. After 20 minutes at my senior ball, my date (ol’ whatshisname) and I skipped out to make the New Math show.

Upstairs was our reliable house of fun. We knew everyone there by name, or by the nickname we had bestowed upon them. Blazer – he always wore a blazer….stripey! – he always wore stripes…happy smoker guy – yeah you guessed it. Our imagination knew no bounds. We became aware of a tall, hunched, hippie throwback of a dude, scraggly hair, grungy teeth, clothed in paint-stained thrift store rejects. Juraj, aka George, with his Holly Matchet jacket billowing in the night air. He charmed us with his endearing antics – grabbing our boobs and flicking lit cigarettes at us. Somehow he got across to Tracey that he wanted us to go to his house for dinner. I never did figure out how he communicated that since his Austro-Czech mumbling was mostly unintelligible. But if you happened to run into him at Ferrari Park Ave Exxon, you witnessed fleeting moments of clarity in which he could discuss music, politics and mutual acquaintances. So there we found ourselves, eating schnitzel at George’s rambling house off North Goodman. What were we thinking?

Danny Deutsch and Scott W. behind the bar (two of the more sympathetic bartenders – don’t ever tell your troubles to Jeff L. or John K. – they’ll laugh at you), and assorted bouncers who were all named Joe could be counted on for a shout out. Where everybody knows your name. Danny was always so kind as to have my gin & tonic waiting for me at the end of the bar. And then came Ohio. I left for the wrong college, got a radio show there, had some farmer groupies and never went to class. I brought with me tapes of Rock & Roll Joel’s show. Peter, Tracey, Molly and I, and maybe John Sw., visited Joel in his studio that summer, under the pretense of being a band from East Germany called Revolutionary Sled. (I had heard that term out of Jim McKay’s mouth when he was covering the bobsleds in that year’s Olympics.) Joel was gullible.

Summer of ’81 brought interesting characters to upstairs Scorgies. The girls and I noticed the westsiders: a Chili gang and one Aq boy Tracey had long scoped out. And Peter had united with Bill C and Bill R from Hit & Run. Jason came with the Pittsford package. We all joined forces, in a matter of speaking.

The Boys of Scorgies

The Scorgies Gang

We pursued our many hobbies that summer. Angleo perfected the sport of shoving down the hottest wings Tim or Pat Shafer could cook up. Wings on the table, pitcher in hand, red rimmed eyes, and us laughing at him. Willie played Ferry Cross the Mersey 13 times a night and I beat oh yes I beat Jeff L. and Phil J. in a bowling table smackdown. Phil, in his lucky Member’s Only jacket, with sidekick Marvin nearby. Craig, Terry, Richie, Proud, upstairs dwellers all until another opportunity came along to yell PINK HAT at the band downstairs. I met Stan that summer, long before he became the local folk hero he is now.

The weeks, months and years get blurry. Kelly died and we got hit with a big shot of reality. The Presstones offered to play a tribute show in her memory and Tracey arranged for the money to be donated to a scholarship fund at Kelly and Tracey’s alma mater, Nazareth Academy. Tracey went back to college in NYC and stayed away (or did she?) and I stayed at Scorgies, making a long series of bad boyfriend decisions. But Beanie and Maggie and I had fun upstairs. We artistically added to the bathroom graffiti and made some lame attempts at studying between bowling games. At Christmas that year, Proud strolled through the bar gifting everyone with Joan Jett cut-out LPs.

One weeknight a particularly bad actor rolled in and got belligerent with most of us there. He got in Steve Nuke-em’s face one too many times and next thing I knew they were throwing each other around the barroom, smashing through the lined-up video games that Scorgie was using as room dividers. Everyone piled on but Scotty got him out. After we settled down and had ordered another round, someone yelled, “He’s back with a gun!” and everyone freaked. Last I saw before hiding under the shuffleboard game, Scott was smashing the guy on the head with a barstool as he walked in. I have no idea how that was resolved – but I don’t think we ever saw that guy again. I’m not sure if Dave King ever left the Gallaga machine.

Each week new and fascinating individuals made their way to Scorgies. Pete Presstone met some chicks from Greece. They chain smoked and chewed gum at the same time, but if Pete said they were ok, well…then ok. Karen and Erin made themselves known in their shorty leather jackets and mini skirts and were welcomed into the fold. Chris Ph. and Jackie could be seen through the windows, cruising in Chrissy’s Electra the size of an above-ground pool, looking for a parking space. Chris, the epitome of retro glam and Jackie, pulling off a blend of Merry-Go-Round meets Mod. Ashley in her leather and long hair, quietly reading her book upstairs amidst the mayhem.The height of Mohawk Mike’s hair topped Jackie’s bangs. Dirtbag, sort of like a Scorgie’s Pigpen. Huge scary Joanne threatened to put a hurt on everyone. Cousin Al in his trench coat. Laura the Sibley’s model. But some chicks just couldn’t be tolerated. Like that big Kim girl, the first of the cutters. Karen was ready to take her on but we talked her down. Jason wanted to see it happen.

Bad blood had been bubbling up between the Shafer girls and the Byrne Sisters. Don’t know who was playing that night but we were crammed in upstairs. It was hard to move between the tables and the bar when suddenly someone lunged and chaos ensued. The only true girl fight I ever saw take place at Scorgies was going on at full throttle and the fans went wild. And this wasn’t just hair pulling. Fists were flying and a pulsating, kicking, frenzy of acid-wash jeans rolled on the floor. Tables overturned, beers spilled, and grown men stood on chairs for a better view. I hid in the corner by the payphone. Dorie, neither a Shafer nor a Byrne, took some for Team Shafer and ended up with stitches. Definitely worth going out that night.

The Scorgies Front Window

Rich H. at the Scorgies Front Window

At some point Scorgie opened up the other side at night for more room and we tentatively ventured in. The bathroom was not very fun over there. We sat in booth seats at longer tables but only when we couldn’t fit in the main barroom. Some guy on that side called me the Sounds Great Tape Girl and he looked surprised to see me there. Please. The WITR djs showed up in sweaters and sneakers and no leather but we let them stay. The kid we called Charlie Brown turned out to be Mike Baldwin. I watched on Saturday nights as a creative and enterprising regular routinely pulled from her pockets the Sharpie color appropriate for the night’s cover charge stamp. She had mad stamp-replicating skills.

I don’t remember how or when it ended. Other bars opened, we saw bands at Snake Sisters and Idols. At some point we seemed to have all just wandered away. I went to a job interview in the early ‘90s and the young boss-to-be examined my resume, then looked at my face, then back to the resume, then to my face. Suddenly she shrieked, “Oh my GAWD I remember you. You were the queen of Scorgies!” I’d never seen this woman before in my life. I came home to tell Terry it was time to leave town.

From the girl on the left.

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Folks, we’re getting into the busy season here at Scorgies Reunion Central. As the deadline for the November 21st  reunion at the German House approaches, our highly unpaid all-volunteer staff has been burning the candle at both ends sifting out the wheat from the chaff.  Expect to see more “over the transom” memorabilia sorted out and posted over the next few weeks.

Having said that,  here are some items to examine:

Scorgies Drink Chips - Simon

Scorgies Drink Chips - Simon

I guess Simon drank four less beers the night he was given these chips! Not sure if he’ll try to use these at the German House.

Gretchen and friend at PFX Record Release Party

Gretchen and friend at PFX Record Release Party

Reader Gretchen W. Cohen sent us this picture as PROOF that she was at the “It’s Different Out There” record release party… There was a photo booth at the event and I’m certain a bunch of pictures were taken that night. As soon as more pictures come in I’ll add them; it should be quite a rogues gallery!

Rock and Roll Joel with Sue

Rock and Roll Joel with Claire Bader

A nice photo of famed WRUR D. J. Rock and Roll Joel in his usual garb with Claire Bader at his side (thanks to Duane & Robert for the ID). Claire Bader worked with Gary Trainer at St. Johns (see comments for more information). I’ve heard from Joel, and he has also tracked down fellow WRUR D.J. Frank Spencer. Frank reports that he will be attending the reunion as well. if you haven’t already done so, join the Scorgies Reunion 2008 group on Linkedin.com. Clicking on the link will bring you to the sign up page.

Steve Dollar & friend

Steve Dollar & friend

I’ve had this photo for a while with no article to affix it to.  At first, I though I’d add it to photos of Dave Stearns and Marshall Fine to create a “rogues gallery” of Rochester music critics but, alas, i couldn’t dig any up. Apres TU, Steve has written for the Atlanta Journal Constitution and of late for the late New York Sun.

Multimedia Artist Russ Lunn and Jim Denault

Multimedia Artist Russ Lunn with Jim Denault

Russ Lunn is a multimedia artist and videographer who worked with Personal Effects, Absolute Grey and Invisible Party. He video taped several bands at Scorgies and worked with Steve Black on a music video for Personal Effects. Russ debuted his agit-prop video installation War/Music/Dance at Scorgies. Jim Denault left Rochester and is a highly acclaimed cinematographer whose work includes the films Boys Don’t Cry , Maria Full of Grace and was nominated for his work on HBO’s Carnivale.

Johnny Thunders at Scorgies - Photo by J. Laben

Johnny Thunders at Scorgies - Photo by J. Laben

So much has been written about Johnny Thunders (see Geoff’s and J. Laben’s posts for additional details).  Great image, and I’l sure it will stir up powerful memories for those who still have working grey matter.

Mark (Newj) Theobald and Sarah Todd

Mark (Newj) Theobald and Sarah Todd

Mark worked at TPI with Paul Klee (and Jim Havalack, albeit briefly). He would later go off on his own, and was the defacto house sound man for Scorgies. Always an exacting craftsman, he had an impressively low-octane approach to getting the job done. I’ve never worked with a sound man who got a better house sound than Mark (though I never, to my recollection, worked with Pee-Wee). In this picture, from the J. Laben collection, it looks like Mark is running the fog machine while Sarah Todd (who is now married to Mark McDermott) is running the momentary lights while attired in some sort of ball gown.

I’ll be back in a bit to post some more. Note: if you want to see your stuff up on line, register at the link and POST! Can’t wait to see it!

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yeah yeah yeah New Math Personal Effects Cliches Presstones yada yada yada. What about Rick Baker & the Commercials? We wanted to hate them because they weren’t us. The second or third wave of Scorgies, youngsters! But we loved them. We even paid to see them. Rick Baker — where R U now??

Never Mind The Cliches, Here’s The Bollocks

Hazy Memories From J. Laben

Cliches @ Scorgies

Cliches @ Scorgies

This might read like a bowl of Alpha-Bits as it’s really difficult, after all these years, to keep things in any kind of chronological order but here goes…Everyone deserves a “shout-out” and there are plenty in this one, plus, some observations from various “Scorgies regulars” and Cliches band mates.

I took a job with Record Theater in Gates in 1977. The guy who hired me was John Pusateri and I think he hired me because we had similar taste in music. We used to play Ramones, Pistols, Clash, etc. LPs in the store all the time, to scare the few customers that we had right out the front door. John was good friends with the guys in New Math and he convinced this sheltered suburban pseudo-punk (me) to go see this band that I had never heard of. It might have been at The Electric Circus…Big Daddy’s…The Orange Monkey… I’m not sure of the order but from the first time I went to see them, not only did I think this band was the greatest thing I had ever seen, I also liked the “scene” itself. I started going to see them every time they played a gig. These early gig locales were dumps but in actuality, PERFECT venues to see New Math in.

There may have only been 30-40 people at many of those early shows, but the people that went to see the band were also developing their own very tight community…and they were so friendly and willing to accept me into their little scene. I loved the first New Math lineup – Paul on drums, Robert on bass…Gary and Dale playing guitar and Kevin channeling Barrie Masters on vocals. This was my favorite incarnation of the band…I liked their originals and loved their cover tune choices. Over the next year or two, I started slowly convincing some of my OTHER suburban pals to come out to the shows and they also dug this scene. It seemed like something special, and it was ours- I think that’s what made it so cool to be a part of.

R.Hollands speaks: “Terry is exactly right from his description of the tape he has of New Math at the Penny Arcade. We did, every time we saw New Math and Pink Hat (Kevin Patrick) play, yell shit at the stage, constantly. I believe we derived more pleasure from yelling stuff than the actual music. But we were if nothing else, devoted. I didn’t see too many other people at these other venues voicing their drunkenness or their support for the band. Penny Arcade, Electric Circus. “You’re f—–g the dog!’ was indeed our exhortation! Funny stuff indeed.”

Meanwhile, they closed down the Gates Record Theater and offered me the chance to go work at the Midtown Plaza location. I was not yet the “downtown city animal” that I would evolve into but with some trepidation, I took the offer. I was going to college at St. John Fisher and Midtown was fairly close by so it made sense to me. It was here that I worked with Martin Edic – later of Hi-Techs and BlueHand “fame” – and we had a lot of fun at the store, too. Martin was also a part of the “new scene” that New Math was incubating so we all hung out together after work. The guys from New Math would come into the store on occasion and because I was regularly appearing at the gigs, I became pals with Kevin Patrick. It was he who convinced me that I could start a band, even though my guitar skills were limited. But I suspected that I did know how to incite bedlam, which was a requirement for fronting a band back then.

It was also around this time that I discovered Scorgies. I think we walked over from RT for lunch one day. It was close to Midtown…they had GREAT cheeseburgers and it was here that I had my first taste of chicken wings. Over time, I came to think that they were the best wings in the city. And I found out that bands could play downstairs. Now, they were not all “punk” or “new wave” bands. I recall seeing King Juke a number of times early on…Mose Allison…Lots of different stuff…But if  New Math wasn’t playing elsewhere, this became my hangout…Because of the jukebox – I had never seen a jukebox that had music like THIS on it – and because of Don Scorgie himself. I guess Danny Deutsch was the man who started putting the hip stuff on the juke box and he will be forever remembered as a visionary for that deed alone.

I think I had gotten in a fight in one of my early visits to Scorgies and instead of banning me for life, Don took a liking to me. I started spending so much time at the bar that I decided, in late 78 or early 79, that I might like to work there. I had zero bartending experience but Don hired me anyway. If your drinks at Scorgies all tasted like Gin and Tonics in the late 70’s, that’s probably because that’s the only mixed drink I knew how to make. But I could pour a $.55 Genny, Genny Light, or Genny Cream Ale just fine.

I started working 4 nights a week and it was awesome. I was making money instead of spending money and started meeting people at the bar who would become some of my best friends for life. D. Deutsch…The Shaffer brothers…Who could forget the “Fat Pack”? Many of the people that worked for Scorgie were also musicians…people like Vicki Crosta, who I’ve just recently re-connected with because of this website and reunion show. And I got to work with classic Scorgies characters like barkeeper and guitarist John Kralles…my buddy Clayton…The bouncers like Jimmy Houser who, in addition to working the door for The Cliches at Scorgies many times, saved me from a beating on more than one occasion. Too many people to mention, although they all DESERVE a mention because it wasn’t only the bands but the PEOPLE that made Scorgies into what it was. I even met my future wife after a gig at the bar. And all of my friends from Chili and from Fisher started hanging out at the bar, too, so we didn’t have to go anywhere else to get together and have fun.

Andi speaks: In fall of 1979 word got to me in the Mercy cafeteria that there was a bar I had to check out. Seems some of the Southwedge girls had heard my eulogy to Sid Vicious in the art room the previous spring and just knew I should be introduced to Scorgies. I blame them. Terri B and I made our way to Andrews St. in her Torino one Friday night, only to find a bland, Izod-covered crowd heading downstairs to see Duke Jupiter. So what’s the big deal? We might as well be at the Mason Jar. Peering into the windows of the main entrance revealed a far more interesting sight. There was Kim B, a junior at Mercy, draped over some short dude in a biker jacket who we would come to know as Jimmy Jazz. A girl who could pass for Nancy Spungeon had fallen on the floor. A guy who I later knew as Geoff Wilson sat alone and mysterious, staring back at us. Now THIS is more like it.”

Skip ahead to later in ’79 and with Kevin Patrick’s encouragement, Geoff Proud – another friend from Chili – and I started writing a few songs and attempting to put a band together. Proud had previously played in a “country rock” band in high school called “NLS”- it doesn’t matter what that stood for (No Longer Strangers) – and I was the sound man for his band, until I was fired for getting hammered one night behind the board and turning all the knobs up to “11” until we had feedback bouncing off the walls and ceiling of the bar they were jamming at. Originally, we called ourselves The Orfans and we were both going to play guitar so we needed a bass player and a drummer. We tried out at least one bass player – can’t recall who – but at the same time, I was going to college with John Perevich, who played and recorded with both “The Now” with “Larry Luxury” and “The Times” with Paul Dodd and the Fritsch brothers (See RIP page on this site). I asked and Johnny was in.

Except now we had three guitar players. That wasn’t going to work unless we wanted to be Foghat or something. So Proud kindly went and bought a bass, but now we needed a drummer. We tried out a few – Tim Roberts, who played in The Targets, was one of the candidates. We finally settled on the guy we should have asked in the first place – Tom Backus, whose drums we were using WHILE we were trying out prospective drummers, and who had played in NLS with Proud.

Cliches on stage

The Cliches on Stage

T.Backus speaks: “I didn’t really pay much attention to what was happening there, so I don’t have much in the way of crazy stories. I do remember us hanging up the sheets that we played behind until the crowd tore them down on Halloween, 1982. Johnny Thunder’s band using our gear and turning everything up to ten on all the amps, then watching him shoot up as soon as he got off the stage. A personal memory happened before Scorgies was popular, I would mix sound for the Tom Austin band and would have to literally push his P.A. From his practice space on St. Paul all the way to Scorgies for the gigs. That was when the stage was on the left as you walked in downstairs, and the pizza was some of the best around still. I remember Willie calling the fire marshal at the Ramones show because they wouldn’t let him due to too many people down there already.”

The band was complete. We came up with about 10 originals and filled in the rest with Ramones, NY Dolls, old 60’s band covers and we were ready to go. We opened for New Math in 1980 at Scorgies for our debut and they couldn’t have been nicer.

Cliches opening for New Math @ Scorgies in 1980

Cliches Debut Gig W/New Math

Within a year, we opened for anyone that came through town, and then started headlining Scorgies as Don was quick to figure out that a) We could draw people, and 2) that our fans drank. A lot. Scorgie was a happy guy when his cash register rang.

G.Proud speaks:“I remember one night at the bar Andi and Tracey (Kimono Girls) had taken some Valium or something and were being very silly and I went down to the other end of the bar to order some drinks (Don was bartending and he never moved from the front corner so you had to go to him). When I came back theywere both asleep. I wrote the song “Valium” when I got back to Culver Rd. that night. Actually, I think I had already a verse or two, but needed a chorus. I never did thank them for it.”

Cliches shows were a blast. It didn’t matter how we played, just that we played. We played with TV’s set up on stage so that people could watch “the game” while at the gig. From our audience, we had backup dancers (The Clichettes)…backup singers (The PAWS)…and would let anyone that wanted join us on stage for a song or two. John Kralles of the band Passenger (at the time), best known for bartending at Scorgies for years and for hating every band that hit the stage, including us, would join us onstage to play guitar for encores on a few occasions. Luke Warm would get up on stage and sing background vocals – OK, SCREAM background vocals. The shows were a friggin’ blast. The front of the stage, a veritable train wreck. We even played a weekend where The Hi-Techs opened for us one night, and The Chesterfield Kings opened up for us the next night. The Cliches didn’t host a party without the guys from The Press Tones in attendance. Everyone in the bands got along great. Sometimes, of course, we didn’t always get along with the people that came to the shows to HARASS the bands, but we’ll leave the “Famous Scorgies Fights” for another post.

C Laben speaks: “I guess one of my favorite Don Scorgie stories is that he saved my ass from getting kicked or killed more than once. There was the one time where Me and Angelo (or Rich) were playing doubles in shuffleboard against a couple of idiots and we won maybe $5.00 apiece – but before they paid us they tried skipping out. I saw them in a car out on Andrews St. and I ran out after them. The guy that owed me was in the passenger seat and he had the window down and he was taunting me as they were driving off. So being the smart lad that I was I dove head first into the window and started punching him as they were driving down the street. Scorgie saw this and ran out the front door and grabbed me and pulled me out of the window. He told me it wasn’t worth it – and brought me back inside and gave me a free beer.”

And the after-hour parties were even better. We ended up in the studio sometime in early 1981 – I THINK it was Jim Havalack’s Sandcastle Studio – recording an 8-track demo of “Television Addict” b/w “Disposable Music”. Kevin Patrick produced it for us and I can’t say this for sure, but I believe the only recording outside of New Math or Jet Black Berries with Kevin Patrick vocals would be THESE two recordings. Listen carefully…Kevin sings background vocals on “Disposable Music” and you can clearly hear him ask “Hey man, you got a dime for the bus?” at the beginning of the song.

[audio:http://www.greendoch.com/mp3/Disposable.mp3|title=Disposable Music|artists=The Cliches]

We snuck into the second WCMF Homegrown album in late 1981 on the basis of this demo, but then crossed everyone up when we got to the studio and decided to record “Riverview Restaurant” instead with Todd Schaffer (sp?), who worked with Backseat Sally, producing. Called “Embarrassingly stupid” by Times-Union Music Critic Dave Stearns, it was the highlight of our band’s existence. The review, I mean. I don’t care about the record itself. But we ended up winning Dave Stearns over in the end.

Dave Steans - Tip Off (Times-Union)

Dave Stearns Tip-Off (Times-Union)

We graduated from college in 1982…Hung around playing until March of 1983 when we played a “Farewell Show” at Scorgies…and that was it. We had to move on with “real life”…jobs, careers, etc. I bartended on and off with Scotty Weichman, Pat and Tim Shaffer and Vicki at Scorgies until around 1988, even winning a Democrat & Chronicle Best Bartender in Rochester” poll. Obviously the ballot box was stuffed but it wasn’t stuffed by me. Undeserved, perhaps, but I’LL TAKE IT.  It’s still on my resume.

Anyway, I did get married to Linda in July of 1983 and the wedding guest list was basically made up of 70 people from Scorgies – customers, co-workers, band-members, cleaning crew, etc. – and I think we even snuck in a few relatives. The best part of the wedding reception? We had a “cover band” hired to provide entertainment. Well, at some point they took a break and Don Scorgie, after a few drinks (Can you believe it?), grabbed the microphone and started chanting Cliches, Cliches, amongst other incoherent ramblings. You don’t say no to Scorgie when he’s into the tequila. We hadn’t played together in about 4 months but with the bands permission, we used their equipment to play 2 or 3 final songs. In tuxedos. There are a few pictures floating around. What an affair!

If you’ve met him, you HAVE to love Don Scorgie. Some of the best times of my life. The early Scorgies days.

The End.

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Scorgiemania!

Dale Mincey (former guitarist of New Math) says, “This whole “Scorgiemania” phenomenon drove me to my basement to dig for forgotten memories.”

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