closed after business on Sunday January 28, 2007.
For images, including
video, visit: www.trikkx.com
A Reflection -
A time past.
Trikkx (and the institution formerly known as Rumours and The Grand
Finale) closed it's doors forever on Sunday January 28, 2007.
It's March 10, 2007 now, not
quite 2am. Barely 6 weeks since we lost our home at 490 North
Robert. I haven't been out much since. A few visits here and
there. I filled in as DJ at the Brass Rail on a few occasions
(another bar that is for sale). But working, and going out are 2
different things. Then, Friday night, March 9, I finally did venture
out - to the Bolt-Underground-Eagle. It was fun, and it hurt like
hell. I saw several faces from the past. People still
searching for a new place to call home and "hang their hat". A new
place where everyone will know their name. Most of the former Trikkx
patrons are not going out --- there is no where to go - nothing that even
comes close to the place we called home on Robert Street in St Paul.
No offense to the Saloon, or the Bolt, or anywhere else - none at all.
They're friendly places - they're just not "ours". Though I knew a
few people, I longed for feeling like I knew everyone. We were there
for about 3 hours, even danced our asses off for a bit in the Underground.
FYI - The Twin Cities GLBT community has one of the hottest nightspots -
the Underground. How sad and pathetic that the place is empty.
I haven't seen the space in years, since I was working at Trikkx every
Shortly after Midnight, we
took off, and hopped on 94 East towards St Paul. And that's when it
hit me like a ton of bricks ... Trikkx was gone. My eyes filled with
tears as the impact of the loss tore through me. How could it be
gone? Certainly Jim and Pat would be waiting at the door.
Certainly Jesse and Jason and Cory and the whole gang would be waiting
with a drink for me. Certainly Jason M would be buzzing around
making sure everyone was having a good time. Certainly the dancers
would come over and show me some love. Certainly I would see so many
familiar friendly faces waiting at the bar - so many I wouldn't know who
to stop by and say Hello to first.
But no, it's
gone...a place I called home for nearly 10 years of my life, and for
others, even longer. I drove down Robert Street and stopped outside.
Plenty of parking on the street now. Spots once full until 2 or 3 in
the morning, all empty. The space, dark. No "thumpa thumpa"
coming from inside. No people. No smokers. No one to say
hello to. It was an eerie sad darkness, a reminder of something that
will never be again.
I miss the
people so much, you have no idea. They were my friends, my extended
family. I didn't lose a job, I lost part of me. And I know so
many feel the same loss. We're grieving it inside. And for me,
keeping busy these last few weeks has been a cover-up for the pain I feel
inside. Believing "making music at home" would ever come close to
"making music for the people". In some sense, I was an
artist, and the collective group of people inside that space were my
I wish I could go back.
Just 1 more time, and see all the people, all the faces, all the smiles.
Fortunately, they are all in my memory, and will be forever. I miss
you my friends!