For years I wondered what this theater was, the little of what remained of the interior clearly visible from the platform of the Myrtle Ave. station where I always had to transfer trains on the weekend. Riddled with tires and trash, surely the theater gods wept as they did with so many other venues that had once been so beautiful.
My fascination with this venue took place long before the days of cell phones with cameras and, as a frequent-enough visitor to NYC to visit family, never had an actual camera on me to take any pictures. Then, one visit, it was gone.
I eventually discovered what it was through this site, but then lost it again because I couldn’t search for it under the original name (which is what I remembered). Once I located it a second time, I finally created an account here so I could “favorite” it and never lose it again.
For years I wondered what this theater was, the little of what remained of the interior clearly visible from the platform of the Myrtle Ave. station where I always had to transfer trains on the weekend. Riddled with tires and trash, surely the theater gods wept as they did with so many other venues that had once been so beautiful.
My fascination with this venue took place long before the days of cell phones with cameras and, as a frequent-enough visitor to NYC to visit family, never had an actual camera on me to take any pictures. Then, one visit, it was gone.
I eventually discovered what it was through this site, but then lost it again because I couldn’t search for it under the original name (which is what I remembered). Once I located it a second time, I finally created an account here so I could “favorite” it and never lose it again.