The place where I saw hundreds of concerts, the place that guided me into the world of rock, where I met friends for life, where I saw, discovered and adored dozens, maybe hundreds of rock, blues, jazz bands. I met many of my friends there and many friendships and love stories were formed and strengthened there. It was the place where I always went with pleasure, without any plans, because I knew that I would always meet someone I knew with whom you could have a beer.
Unfortunately, as every time, politics destroys everything that is beautiful, and the ambition of some non-values destroys things done for years with hard work and passion, in a place that formed people, made friends, put a small town on the map of live concert bars, which allowed some young people from a small provincial town to become real rockers.
But, as Liviu Briciu also said (a man for whom I have great respect, dance is nothing more than being yourself and creating something out of passion), “we made this place so that we would have a place to listen to our music”. maybe the people from the town hall will understand that that place was not just a pub, but a kind of a pilgrimage place, an agora of youth eager to discover rock music and people with similar interests.
Tonight was a strange one. We drank, we sang, we danced, we told stories. We saw some dear friends there, we thought of others who could not be there for various reasons. We remembered the concerts and cool moments spent there and I was incredibly happy to see that the place was, for one last evening, full with people. “The proper send off”, as the English would say. And at the end, I return to some words of Mr. Briciu: “every end is a new beginning”. The club will move its location, people will gather and the stories will continue, but in another place.
End of an era. Thank you, mister Professor!
