It Happened In Jersey -- Again!

Jersey Week rolls on with a second installment of It Happened In Jersey. Stinky's got some posts lined up that are focused on individual live music venues. Today we visit the Capitol Theater!

I won't mention the big names who played there. Let's just call it a journey through the 1970's and 80's, with a mountain of great music that you're sure to remember. At the time, it felt like a culture clash when hippies shared the stage with punk rockers, but that's a subject better left to the talking heads in music documentaries. I'm not here to cast stones in either direction. 

If I was as talented as Robert Palmer (the blues scholar, not to be confused with the singer of the same name), I could write a book about it. Or a song, if I were the Warren Zevon or Bruce Springsteen type -- but those are just examples of talented songwriters whose names popped into my head, almost at random.  I could have just as easily chosen Billy Joel or Willie Nelson.

I wanted to be a music writer when I was young. I was baby-faced and earnest, with round glasses like Marshall Crenshaw. I had the look and knew the vocabulary, but lacked the ambition. Now I'm an old beardo -- and not in a handsome way, like Gregg Allman. More scraggly looking, like Leon Russell. Also overweight and uncool, like the guy with glasses from Flo & Eddie. I guess I still look more like a rock critic than a rock star.