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Lord Lindsey in Limbo

Local Show Review

Lord Lindsey in Limbo

Take it from me. Speaking as one whose bedroom window falls within earshot of Lord Lindsey, I can attest to unruly crowds, scantily clad bimbos and throbbing beats that rage on into the early morning; in the last year alone, I’ve witnessed—through slightly parted blinds—a half dozen brutal fist fights. One such fight ended with a drunk man careening off in his car. Seconds later he slammed into the Henley Street Bridge.

The venue’s only regular gig was known as The Closet, a dance party catering to the GLBT crowd every Thursday night. After suspending it in June for repairs to the place, Ogle says he’s not sure about the fate of The Closet.

“We’re going to sit down after Christmas and discuss The Closet,” he says, promising a decision by mid-to-late-January. Ogle says he’s hesitant to reinstate The Closet, or any social function where getting crunk is the priority, because Lord Lindsey takes too much of a beating.

“The type of building you’re in is going to dictate the type of clientele you get. The people that go in there have the mindset of ‘This place is old so it’s okay for me to break a window or throw a beer bottle down a toilet,’” Ogle says. “We need to get away from that. This used to be the most beautiful place.”

Ogle wants to make it clear that his beef isn’t with the GLBT community. He plans to rule out any further sorority or fraternity functions at the location, too. “It has nothing to do with me being prejudice toward anyone,” he says. “I have nightmares over having any more sorority or fraternity functions. There will be no more bus loads of hoodlums.”

As for now, Ogle’s repairing Lord Lindsey’s three bathrooms and a back bar. “Once we do open we’re going for a different clientele,” he says. Still he allows that he’s “entertaining the thought” of swinging open The Closet door once more.


Local Show Review

Those with the perseverance to stay for Maxi and the Pads were rewarded with a debauchery-packed show. Is it even legal in these parts for a drummer to drop his drawers and leave them off for an entire show? Because that is exactly what Dave Weller did. As if that weren’t disturbing enough, guitarist Tyler Mucklow strutted onstage in an ‘80s-esque leotard that would’ve done Mary Lou Retton proud. Then Heffner, who also plays bass for the Pads, was nearly relieved of his only article of clothing, his Hanes, when an audience member attempted a kamikaze pantsing mission. Kids these days. And the music? Let’s just say the scratchy guitars and beery gesticulating inspired several kids in the front to mosh like never before. Even the Shlitz and ciggie dangling in singer Meg Vinson ’s left hand couldn’t slow down her deadpan delivery of ultra-angsty-fem tunes with wholesome titles like “The Cootchie Song” and “G-spot is my Co-pilot.” Gotta love a little Bible Belt town like Knoxville.

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