Black Sheep
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L.A. Dance Venues 1950's,
I have had a few requests to describe the night clubs that were popular with dancers in the 1950's. As a Preamble, this commentary will help create the general ambiance of all the Swinging joints of that Golden Age of dancing. So when I follow up with 'stories' of a few of the other dance Venues, keep in mind the atmosphere was always similar with more or less CLASS depending if we're in a night spot like 'The Garden of Allah' in Hollywood or the 'Capri' in Beverly Hills. Just so you can appreciate the present day dance Venues, allow me to describe the conditions we Southern California Swing dancers of the 1950's had to endure:
The Tailspin in Hollywood was typical of the Swing Venues, and I made the rounds of night clubs for 12 years from Virginia's and the Casa Alvarado in downtown L.A. to the Luau and the Capri in Beverly Hills. To start with most, if not all, night clubs were owned by gangsters. A bouncer or two were the essential accouterments, because during the course of the evening some idiot would jump up on the bar, tear off his shirt and challenge any man to a fight. I was guilty of this type of altercation only once when I challenged Pat Eggers with every insult at my command, which the 6'2" dancer ignored. But back to the typical, 'Tailspin'.
Your I.D. was checked at the door by Lony, a notorious pimp, woman beater and for $50.00 he would kill anyone you named. He once personally offered to do the first hit free for me. At the time I was Netting $1,500 a week. If you came with a lady, Lony would not hesitate to proposition her in front of you. Lony was finally gunned down in a Las Vegas parking lot in the late 1960's by two other Hit Men who didn't like the competition.
Once inside the Tailspin, you needed a seeing eye dog to cut through the cigarette smoke that veiled the interior of the club which was perfumed with the aroma of stale cigarette butts simulating horse manure. Before you could get to a table, you passed the elongated bar which was ornamented with a few hookers and B Girls. The dance floors were adequate for about a dozen couples. And cutting in was a practice that often led to minor rumbles. After one down and dirty wrestling match on the dance floor with Laure' Hail's date, which was broken up only too soon; one of the local gangsters took me aside, showed me the gun in his shoulder holster beneath his jacket and offered to let me use it to snuff out Laure's date.
As for the sanitary dance Venues of today, give me the 'Good ol' Days' with manure smelling, smoked filled bars, hookers, pimps and hit men. And a 2X4 dance floor!
Continued in Part II: Dance Contest at the Tailspin.
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I have had a few requests to describe the night clubs that were popular with dancers in the 1950's. As a Preamble, this commentary will help create the general ambiance of all the Swinging joints of that Golden Age of dancing. So when I follow up with 'stories' of a few of the other dance Venues, keep in mind the atmosphere was always similar with more or less CLASS depending if we're in a night spot like 'The Garden of Allah' in Hollywood or the 'Capri' in Beverly Hills. Just so you can appreciate the present day dance Venues, allow me to describe the conditions we Southern California Swing dancers of the 1950's had to endure:
The Tailspin in Hollywood was typical of the Swing Venues, and I made the rounds of night clubs for 12 years from Virginia's and the Casa Alvarado in downtown L.A. to the Luau and the Capri in Beverly Hills. To start with most, if not all, night clubs were owned by gangsters. A bouncer or two were the essential accouterments, because during the course of the evening some idiot would jump up on the bar, tear off his shirt and challenge any man to a fight. I was guilty of this type of altercation only once when I challenged Pat Eggers with every insult at my command, which the 6'2" dancer ignored. But back to the typical, 'Tailspin'.
Your I.D. was checked at the door by Lony, a notorious pimp, woman beater and for $50.00 he would kill anyone you named. He once personally offered to do the first hit free for me. At the time I was Netting $1,500 a week. If you came with a lady, Lony would not hesitate to proposition her in front of you. Lony was finally gunned down in a Las Vegas parking lot in the late 1960's by two other Hit Men who didn't like the competition.
Once inside the Tailspin, you needed a seeing eye dog to cut through the cigarette smoke that veiled the interior of the club which was perfumed with the aroma of stale cigarette butts simulating horse manure. Before you could get to a table, you passed the elongated bar which was ornamented with a few hookers and B Girls. The dance floors were adequate for about a dozen couples. And cutting in was a practice that often led to minor rumbles. After one down and dirty wrestling match on the dance floor with Laure' Hail's date, which was broken up only too soon; one of the local gangsters took me aside, showed me the gun in his shoulder holster beneath his jacket and offered to let me use it to snuff out Laure's date.
As for the sanitary dance Venues of today, give me the 'Good ol' Days' with manure smelling, smoked filled bars, hookers, pimps and hit men. And a 2X4 dance floor!
Continued in Part II: Dance Contest at the Tailspin.
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