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For fear of reprising what appears to be an avalanche of misdirected psychological projection, I’m hesitant to answer Mr. bmovie again, however, that building found here… View link is not a brownstone by any stretch. Not a “Limestone” either.
Now, I’m sure the guy who was kind enough to host this lovely site didn’t go through all that trouble to have his site serve as a vehicle for blustery, spam-like ramblings and I won’t help you continue to litter the joint up. So, I say so long, enjoy the pictures in your head and again, there weren’t any “Brownstones” in that neighborhood.
bmovies seems to have status issues, that aside, it wasn’t a ‘very poor’ neighborhood and there aren’t any brownstones on 12th St or in the general vicinity. I guess it’s a matter of perception.
Those are great images- it wasn’t all that when I was there, but, it was easy to see it once being that good.
I worked at The College near it’s final days.
It had a real ticket booth under the marquee and was fairly in tact in terms of it’s low-key Deco splendor. Not big enough to split, it was a dump because it was rundown and sort of forgotten. It did host live shows as late as the late 60, early 70’s. My best friend saw a Chuck Berry concert there.
I managed the Duffield- it was a dump.
Outside of dodging a bullet or two, the only memory I really have of the whole experience was a fictitious article written by Newsday hack, Dennis Hamill, telling this rather racist tale of pimps & ho’s in fur making camp in the theatre and junkies with needles hanging out of their arms walking out of the bathrooms after scoring. Being there everyday, I don’t remember any of that vivid imagery, but I did let the hotdog vendors use the facilities.
What a thrill it was to go down this road.
Like BdwyPhil, I too worked there in the late 70’s, early 80’s as an usher, I ‘barked’, was ‘head usher’ and had the time of my life there. Someone who commented about seeing “old costumes” from the backstage area being tossed into dumpsters is talking out of their tukkus- there were no ‘old costumes’ anywhere in that theatre- I was there through two renovations and personally combed every inch of that theatre from backstage to the projection booth. A shame was the loss of the Western Electric 300B tube amplifiers and remote controlled pipe organ that we actually got to work and drunkenly played after closing at night.
It had drums, cymbals and brass pieces throughout the auditorium. We had so much fun there, I wouldn’t even know where to begin to share the many stories. We worked at The Avalon, The Walker, The Brook, The Midwood, The Duffield (downtown)– nothing but good times. Like the world itself, the charm, the beauty, the history and fun just sort of evaporate. The Kingsway was a great place to grow up.