Many bands came to Cleveland, Ohio in the 1980s, bands like Queen, Guns N’ Roses, and Journey. I didn’t see or hear any of them. I did see and hear Wall of Voodoo when they played the Agora Ballroom, shortly before the band broke up. They were the second-to-last group I saw at the downtown music hall before it caught fire. After the fire the Agora moved 30 blocks uptown into what had been the Metropolitan Theatre, built in 1919. It was home to the Cleveland Opera until 1929. Twenty two years later, when the prima donnas were long gone and the building was housing the WHK radio station, disc jockey Allen Freed coined the catch phrase “rock-and-roll” on the air there.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1J9OVoa2NF
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The Agora was on E. 24th St. across the street from Cleveland State University. It had been there since 1968. It was the brainchild of local entrepreneur Henry LoConti Sr. On Sunday nights it was reserved for home-grown bands like the Raspberries and the James Gang. “Monday Night Out at the Agora” showcased new bands like ZZ Top, Meat Loaf, and Talking Heads. “Live From the Agora” was broadcast on the radio. There were dozens of affiliated stations. Bruce Springsteen’s show at the Agora in 1978 was heard by more than 3 million listeners.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPvAentgyYo
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Iggy and the Stooges hit the boards one stormy night. “Iggy came out in a jock strap,” Henry LoConti Sr. said. “He had a razor and cut himself on stage, all kinds of crazy things. A girl and her boyfriend were in the front row. Iggy Pop jumped off the stage onto her face. Her boyfriend and his friends started beating on Iggy. Our guys finally got him out of it, dragged him back on stage, and he finished the show like nothing had happened.” The Stooges, however, spent the rest of the night slipping and sliding on Iggy’s bloodshed on the stage.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ720A0TucxS
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Wall of Voodoo was an L. A. underground band fronted by Stan Ridgway, who had been running a film score business before getting into the emerging punk scene in the 1970s. He picked up a bass player and a keyboardist from the Skulls and a drummer from Black Randy and the Metrosquad. They started playing at the Masque, a basement club beneath the Pussycat Theatre in Hollywood. They mixed electronica with country and western with Ennio Morricone movie music. There were junkyard riffs and percussion effects galore. It didn’t always go over well. “This electronic music quintet makes self-proclaimed nightmare music,” John Swenson wrote in The New Rolling Stone Record Guide. “I pass on this stuff.”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWqFlHtnXgz
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When asked by Dick Clark on American Bandstand to describe their music, Stan Ridgway said, “I’m just as confused as anyone else as to what to call it.” The band released an EP in 1979 featuring a synthesizer driven cover of “Ring of Fire.” It wasn’t what the songwriter June Carter had ever intended. It had a spaghetti western twang to it. It was strange and surreal. Their album “Call of the West” was released in 1982. The catchy single “Mexican Radio” from the album became a big hit. It was about hot winds and border blaster radio stations.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡymSzSfbrQO
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By the end of the 1970s Henry LoConti Sr. had built twelve more Agora music clubs around the country, turning himself into a corporation. He went buttoned down in a no buttons business. He was awarded Billboard’s Steve Wolfe Award in 1979, presented to the person who had contributed the most to music entertainment the previous year. Billboard’s “Best Club in the Country” award was awarded to him in 1980.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi98wGBBImX
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For all that, the original Agora in Cleveland was always a rough and tumble place, awards or no awards. The audience was young. The music was loud. The drinks flowed all night long. There were bouncers. They kept their eyes and ears off the stage and on the disturbances that erupted now and then.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7dnZefttmE
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The word “bouncer” comes from an 1875 book by Horatio Alger. A young man has a hearty breakfast, claims he has no money to pay for it, whereupon his waiter is ordered to “bounce” him. “A well-directed kick landed him across the sidewalk into the street.” But before there was the word, there were the Mesopotamians. They had seven men who guarded the gate to the Underworld, even though there weren’t hordes of Mesopotamians clamoring to get into the Underworld. In Rome a bouncer was known as an ostiarius. His job was to remove unwanted people from places they were trying to get into. In the Old Testament they protected temples from “illegal entry into sacred places.” In the United States starting in the mid-19th century saloons and whorehouses hired bouncers to remove drunk as a skunk, noisome, and violent patrons from the premises.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGF4ExOclSX
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The Agora didn’t necessarily call their security staff bouncers, but that is what they were. They checked entrants for underage drinking. They refused entry to those already the worse for wear. Their main task was to maintain some semblance of order. Their No. 1 task was to deal with hot-headed behavior. Just being in the Agora was an overall hot spot enough.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFBVNoo7y1Y
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Wall of Voodoo opened their show with “Me and My Dad” followed by “Red Light” followed by “Call of the West.” Everybody’s ears perked up. “Got a green look about ya, and that’s a gringo for starts, sometimes the only thing a western savage understands are whiskey, rifles, and an unarmed man.” It was easy enough to follow the bouncing ball because Stan Ridgway had a quavery but clear as a bell voice. He sounded like a revved-up Hank Williams. The band was in fine fettle but didn’t drown him out.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGuRi8EK5Bm
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They finished their first set with “Lost Weekend.” The song was Lou Reed-inflected, about a couple driving home after a losing streak in Las Vegas. “She was in the backseat while he was at the wheel, all the money from the store they’d gambled away. He said the best laid plans often go astray. She lit a cigarette, she didn’t make a sound. I know if we’d had just one more chance, he said. I know, we’d finally hit the big one at last, she said.” It was Wall of Voodoo’s bad dream of the American Dream.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMWOAjCQQop
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The club was a haze of gray cigarette smoke. The ceiling was barely visible. Music lovers elbowed their way to the front of the bar the minute intermission began. I was chronically short of cash and rarely drank at bars. I drifted outside for whatever fresh air there was. Cleveland was a smokestack city and the Agora was just two miles from the smokestacks.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1YTf2FQWog
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The front doors were behind a garage door of corrugated metal. When the sidewalks finally rolled themselves up after a show the corrugated metal door came down. Even though the club was next door to Cleveland State University, it wasn’t in the best neighborhood. When the sun went down it was more along the lines of a bad neighborhood. I stood to the side minding my own business until saying hello to the bouncer by the door, with the idea that it is never a bad idea to get on the good side of bouncers.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB3OgJxY09m
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He was taller than me, about twenty pounds heavier, and appeared to be between a WWE wrestler and a bull fighter. He was wearing dark pants and a short-sleeved shirt. He looked like he did bicep curls for a living. He didn’t talk much until I asked him how he had gotten into the bouncer business.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4eh7FyS1Ak
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“My great grandfather was a bouncer before he got into the New York City ganglands,” he said. “His name was Monk Eastman. I’m named after him.”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡssZVzjvIPh
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“Your great grandfather?”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi2d3vx2DzQ
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“Yeah, he was a bouncer from 1894 to 1899, after which he got into the rackets. Back then there were saloons from one end of New York City to the other. He was 17 years old when he got his first job. The first saloon he went to, the manager told him he was too young, and besides, he already had two good men. My great grandfather asked if he could meet them. When they met, he took care of both of them and got the job on the spot. He worked alone, although he always carried a truncheon.”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp8WcYdE6wW
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“You mean like a club?”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡalcwVYPRA2
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“Just like a club. It had notches carved into it for every man he made mincemeat of. Family legend has it, one slow night before he retired from bouncing, he threw his eyes on the bald spot of a man drinking at the bar. He couldn’t take his eyes off the bald spot. He walked up behind the man and clubbed him. ‘I had forty nine nicks in me stick and I wanted to make it an even fifty’ is how he explained it.”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwVKv646dJM
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“You said he got into the rackets after that?”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGdjDTTr6qZ
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“He did, feet first, free-lancing at first. My father told me he charged $15.00 for ‘ear chawed off’ and $19.00 for ‘leg broke.’ It was $100.00 for doing what he called ‘the big job.’ He put together his own gang soon enough. They got into it with another gang. One night he crossed a boundary line by mistake and got jumped. He carried a blackjack and was holding his own until he was shot twice in the stomach. He plugged the holes in his belly with his fingers and found a doctor. Two years later the other gang and my great grandfather’s gang went at it for real in Manhattan under the tracks of the 3rd Avenue Elevated line. It went on all night, fifty or sixty men firing at each other with Colts from behind cast iron arches. The police tried to stop the fighting three times and they had to retreat three times. Five men died and dozens were wounded.”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7RHvGZsbxY
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“It sounds like Iggy Pop,” I said.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDIS0dVyJu2
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“Iggy Pop is a punk,” he said. “He would have shot himself in the foot.”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8MjPMrnasQ
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“What happened when the shoot-out was over?”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo09rxlUbZa
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“A boxing match happened.”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIwd0f87GiM
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“They put their guns down and put up their fists?”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6Gr19dHuiG
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“My great grandfather and the other man decided to settle matters with a boxing match. The other man was good with his hands but my man had arms long as an ape. In the end they fought for two and half hours to a draw. A month later they were shooting it out again. It was too much for the city fathers. Both of them were finally arrested, convicted of something, and both of them got eleven years in Sing Sing. When my great grandfather got out of prison his gang was gone, up in smoke. He volunteered for the army and was sent to Europe towards the tail end of World War One. My father told me he never took a prisoner if he could help it. He came home with a medal and told his sidekicks there were plenty of saloons in New York City tougher than what everybody called the Great War.”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwjGFJFupY7
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“What did he do after he got home?”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoazMR5QNMN
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“Not too much, to be honest. He was found dead behind a dance hall in Brooklyn on New Year’s Eve in 1920. He had been shot six times. Somebody emptied a revolver into him.”384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ9xUIWVJ4d
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“That’s too bad,” I said.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2VxKSjTNRL
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“Yeah, although he probably deserved it,” the bouncer said.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ02CdQFS66o
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When I heard the band start their second set I took leave of the bouncer and went back into the Agora. On the cover of the album “Call of the West” there is a crooked door, slightly ajar, inviting everybody into Wall of Voodoo’s world. A standing room only crowd had squeezed into the Agora. It looked like all of them were still there.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY4s1CUc56B
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When Huey Lewis and the News played the Agora in 1981 they played to a sold-out crowd. “We’d always heard that the heart of rock and roll was Cleveland, and we’d say ‘Wow, we’re from San Francisco. We had the Grateful Dead! We had Jefferson Airplane! What’s Cleveland got?’’’ The enthusiastic audience inspired Huey Lewis to write “The Heart of Rock & Roll.” He meant Cleveland was the heart of it. Fourteen years later the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame opened in Cleveland, not New York City or someplace in California, or anywhere else.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBATegiyZO2
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Wall of Voodoo finished their second set with “Mexican Radio” and came back to do an extended version of “Ring of Fire” for their encore. “I fell into a burning ring of fire, I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher, and it burns, burn, burns, the ring of fire.” When they were done the band looked wiped out. They got a big hand and most of the audience shuffled out. Some stayed to reminisce over a last drink.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8yEl3sn8Rq
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I went home to crack open Nathaniel West’s “The Day of the Locust.” I had read it in an English class at Cleveland State University and there was something about the music I heard that night that reminded me of the book. Wall of Voodoo’s songs seemed to be about folks with little in the way of hope and getting by on illusions, just like the book. Their songs were not all about hard luck and dark times, but enough of them were for me to get a handle on what thematic thread was being woven. They were about one small lost in time tragedy after another.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE7z0iWE5Gp
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For all that, I wasn’t about to cue up KISS or Madonna or Boy George, now or ever. Better the real deal than deals from the bottom of the deck. Better rough and tumble than a bag of baloney.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1vyLyj95mu
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