My first Antihoot was in May of 2003.¬† I was aware of the Sidewalk through Jeffrey Lewis’ first album, which I’d heard in Kalamazoo, and also through Adam and Kimya’s superb AFNY compilation for Rough Trade.¬† It took a few months for me to get it together and go down on a Monday night, but once I did, I was hooked. The first five performers at my first hoot were Joie/DBG, Rachel Lipson, Kimya Dawson, Langhorne Slim and Thomas Truax.¬† Lach, a normal-size guy with a super-sized personality, introduced the performers, saying more than once that the night was “shaping up to be the best Antihootenanny in history.”¬† He kept name-dropping these joke sponsors that seemed really clever at the time.¬† Arlene’s Cat Camoflage, Eddie’s Air Guitar Shop.¬† I played my one song very late, and was offered a gig.
A lot has changed since that first night.¬† All but one of the first five performers I mentioned have left New York for greener pastures.¬† Lach’s series of “sponsors,” never changing, has gone from funny to groan-inducing to endearingly familiar.¬† People have come and gone.¬† I’ve met some of my best friends, and almost everyone I collaborate with, at Sidewalk.¬† The Hoot, while remaining necessary, sacred, raw and truthful, never quite boomed with the same promise as that first one I attended.
Last night was a different story.¬† Being what some people saw as the end of an era, Lach’s last Hoot was packed with long-lost but familiar faces.¬† The Lovely Eggs flew in from the UK.¬† Jeff Lewis rearranged his tour schedule to be there.¬† Fenton Lawless and Jim Flynn, two guys I’ve NEVER seen at the Hoot, played back to back at about the 1230AM mark.¬† Fenton Lawless sang a song about his dog, which makes me pretty sure that he only writes songs about dogs.¬† Chris Brodeur, the performance artist Touching You, hung out til the bitter end, but I don’t think he performed.
A lot of people played their “Sidewalk” songs-Emily Moment’s “Welcome to the Sidewalk,” “Antifolk Singer,” Debe Dalton’s song about being an Antifolk singer, and Phoebe Kreutz’s “The Ballad of Throat Culture” being standouts.¬† Steve Espinola, Dan Fishback and Ben Godwin covered Lach songs, while some unknown guy covered a Neil Young tune.¬† The fact that a Lach cover (or a cover by another obscure, local singer) gets more applause than a Neil Young song is one of the reasons Sidwalk will always be in my shortlist of favorite places in the whole world.
The evening was fraught with emotion, packed to the gills with top-shelf songwriters and it seemed like it would never end.¬† And then it did.¬† In a farewell that seemed less sad than uplifting, Master Lee delivered an eloquent speech about moving on to better things, to the tune of “The End” by the Doors.¬† The man himself did a few more songs, and I never realized until last night that The Calm Before is ALL about moving on.¬† Too late for tea, we said our goodbyes and filed out into the street.¬† For myself, there is no greater time in New York than just as the sun’s rising, no people anywhere.
Lach said more than once that Ben Krieger’s been given the Golden Ticket to the Sidewalk Cafe.¬† But when you think about it, all of us that have Sidewalk and know its value have the Golden Ticket.¬† It’s a ticket out of the fucking boredom of other clubs, a ticket out of the house on Monday nights.¬† Lach passing the reigns to Ben is not the end of a scene, or the end of the club.¬† It’s the end of an era, certainly, but ultimately the Sidewalk is the product of the multitude of talented and unique people who have passed through its door.¬† Treat your club like you would your house, and it will still be here when you need it.
Lach-I hope you find what you’re looking for out there.¬† Thank you for everything.
Brook Pridemore