Clermont Hotel Shut Down
Decatur Metro | December 17, 2009My only surprise is that it didn’t happen sooner. I guess “kitch” can only pay the bills for only so long. Via the AJC…
“There are several issues that would have to be addressed,” said Kevin Jones, a manager with the Fulton County Department of Health and Wellness. Dirty linen, old bedding and bed bug stains were among them, he said. Inspectors also found mold growing on the walls, black water spilling from faucets and broken toilet fixtures.
And the money quote..
“I think it sucks that the health department has issued their holy edict just because the water is brown,” said Jeffress.
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The hotel shut down, not the lounge:
Yeah, I realized that I screwed up the title as soon as I revisited the post. Even after thinking to myself…OK, it’s the hotel and not the lounge.
No!
GG Allin died there. It’s a landmark.
I mean he lived there just before he died. Whoops. Can’t type today!
The Clermont is where we take visitors from New Orleans to freak them out! GG stayed there, Mike Patton recorded there, and I apparently passed out there last month. But I’m feeling much better now, thanks.
I used to work at Dugan’s on Ponce and GG was one of my regulars when he lived at the Clermont. I forgot about Mike Patton somehow.
Fred, do I know you?
Perhaps in the inevitable renovation, they can isolate and enshrine whatever bodily fluids he left behind.
Ick. Gross.
Probably some traces left.
CSI: Clermont Lounge
his unconventional scattering of remnants would leave one to believe that certainly there are several bronze-able members in and around the clermont.
I worked at Dugan’s, too back in the day and waited on GG…we must’ve worked together, Nelliebelle. Stayed at the Clermont a couple of times, too. I’m still itchy….
Went to the Daytona 500 with Deacon Lunchbox once. Picked him up from a GG show over by GT. Last time I saw Deacon alive was in the Clermont Parking lot about 4AM. So many memories…
I can’t even imagine what kind of intensive fumigation that building will need to get rid of the bugs & mold, let alone any traces of…fluids. *shudder*
“I think it sucks that the health department has issued their holy edict just because the water is brown,” said Jeffress.
F’ing jackbooted fascist at the health department!
Brad, didn’t you make some movies there?
why yes….
i was hoping that the jackboot imagery would jog some memories and give me the recognition that i sadly cry out for.
The Clermont Hustle, Vols. I-IV, still available wherever fine VHS tapes are sold
Judging from some of the posts and references on this thread, i wonder how many of you I um…. used to um…. know.
Nostalgia motivated me to dig up this nugget from a 2002 Loaf article. For those not familiar with Mr. Allin, biographical data outside of the nugget below is not advised. It only gets “grittier”.
(Allin, whose outlook on life made Sid Vicious seem like Norman Vincent Peale, died a few weeks later of a heroin overdose after a New York concert during which he stripped naked, crapped onstage, dove through a glass door and ran screaming down the street.)
Both Jeff Bakos, who produced and played bass on Allin’s swan song, and Paul Cornwell, the marijuana activist and former Metroplex owner who released the record, say they never felt particularly compelled to visit the self-destructive sociopath during his stay at the Clermont.
As long as the Clermont Lounge is OK. I mean, I passed out in their parking lot during my bachelor party. Obviously, I have some fond memories of the place.
That being said, THEY CHANGED IT AND NOW IT SUCKS – Last time I took friends from out of town there was some kind of indie electro douche rock concert going on. Some dorks with backwards hair were covering that “Poker Face” song and everyone was paying attention to them instead of Blondie. It kind of royally sucked.
I AM TOO OLD TO BE IRONIC ANYMORE.
Decatur needs to buy this building, annex it, and put the new 4/5 Academy there. They could then turn Westchester into an extended stay hotel, and open a family-friendly, budget-conscious, but still hip restaurant in the 5th Ave space.
The nostalgia for filthy places (and people) always astounds and amazes me.