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| The Brainiacs 1982 "Drunk With Funk" EP cover: me with Zero Zero proprietor Wayzata De Camerone; shot in the Zero Zero on Gardener Street, Hollywood, 1982 by Vito "Jack" Codini & K.K. Barrett of The Screamers |
From
the early-to-mid 1980's, one of the wildest clubs in Hollywood was an
after-hours speakeasy called the Zero Zero Gallery. Though it actually did
exhibit art (showcasing work by the likes of punk-adjacent artists like Raymond
Pettibon, Gary Panter, "Mad" Marc Rude, and Bob Zoell, to name just a few)
the non-stop inebriated decadence- taking place every night until the sun came up- was the
main attraction. The place was run by an eccentric pair: bon vivant John Pochna
and artist/musician Mark Boyd, lead singer and sax player of art-funk band The
Brainiacs, then known by the moniker Wayzata De Camerone.
The
club’s first location was on Cahuenga Boulevard north of Franklin, in a
small-whitewashed loft space dominated by a vintage jukebox, furnished with a few
crummy brocade couches that had been dragged in from the trash. Since all the clubs and bars in LA closed at 2:00 am , the Zero’s patrons would already be a few sheets to the
wind, coming from various other
nightspots such as Cathay De Grande, Club Lingerie or The Hong Kong Cafe. You’d pay your five bucks at the door to become a "member" of this
"private club", then join the seventy or eighty other scenesters inside, getting absolutely
trashed until the sun came up. Since the whole thing wasn't legal anyway, there were no ID checks
or door-searches, and everyone’s pockets clanked with smuggled booze-bottles,
plus an assortment of pipes, joints,
pills and powders. Everybody was fucked up beyond belief- that, after all, was
the point. But this was no callow
underage crowd; the Zero Zero attracted a boho elite of artists, photographers,
actors, models, writers, filmmakers, club bookers, Euro-trash, intellectuals,
and of course, musicians. There was even a Board Of Directors, though it's
doubtful they ever met anywhere besides the club itself. Just some of the board members were John Doe and Exene from X,
Tito Larriva from the Plugz and members
of Los Lobos and The Blasters.
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| Larry Fishburne at C.A.S.H. by Gary Leonard |
Zero regulars
included ex-Warhol Superstar Mary Woronov, members of The Go-Go's, Cramps, Levi
& The Rockats, Wall Of Voodoo, The Joneses, Tex & The Horseheads,
Thelonious Monster, Fear, The Red Hot Chili Peppers and Ice T’s Body Count.
There were also local luminaries like Ruben Blue, who ran the popular scene
'zine Scratch, Limey Dave of Tupelo Chainsex, photographers Gary Leonard and
Moshe Brakha, Donnie "Two Beers" Popejoy, New Wave Theater founder/director David Jove, pianist Zachary, and
actor Larry Fishburne, who was then the doorman at C.A.S.H., Janet Cunningham's
space next door, before becoming famous as Cowboy Curtis on PeeWee’s Playhouse.
Punk
Rock It Girls abounded, such as performer Jane Cantillion, Texacala Jones of
Tex and The Horseheads, Iris Berry, and
platinum blonde bombshell Alice Miller
who managed the popular
rockabilly combo Jimmy & The Mustangs. The ubiquitous scene-maker Tequila Mockingbird was ever-present, and once scared the living hell out of the Blasters’
drummer Bill “Buster”Bateman. She was
sitting on his lap; he was stroking her long hair…and it came off in his hand.
He was too wasted to realize it was a wig and screamed bloody murder!
The late Brendan Mullen, founder of
Hollywood’s first punk enclave The Masque,
deejay Ron Miller and former Screamers’ drummer K.K. Barrett would spin the latest in
weird-ass, cutting-edge funk. George Clinton's "Atomic Dog" was a perennial favorite. Carlos Guitarlos, guitarist of Top
Jimmy & The Rhythm Pigs usually was
on the door. El Duce , founder of what
was perhaps the most politically-incorrect
band on earth, The Mentors, and blues singer Top Jimmy ( who was the namesake of the popular Van Halen song)
were the club’s janitors, cleaning up
for free so they could imbibe all the high
school beers set down by the
drunken revelers, and maybe- if they were lucky- find someone's stash on the
floor.
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| David Lee Roth with Top Jimmy, Cathay De Grande, 1981 |
Speaking
of Van Halen, then-lead singer David Lee Roth in particular took a shine to The
Zero and it was rumored that he was an
investor. Whatever the case, he could always be found holding court in the
notorious Back Room. You had access to that inner circle only if you were
super-duper hip , had a lot of blow to share or were a good looking nubile girl. The
Back Room was also the place the
door-money was stashed in case the cops came to bust the place, which happened once in a while. Usually
the place was just shut down and fined, but because of these raids, the club changed locations a few times,
once to a basement on Gardner Street, then to a loft above Playmates Of
Hollywood at the corner of Hollywood & Wilcox, yet again to a loft on Vine
Street. The loft on Vine street was particularly dangerous for two reasons: the
steep wooden stairs mixed with the
utterly inebriated condition of the patrons were literally an accident
waiting to happen…and then, there was
Danielle The Doorman.
Danielle
himself was an accident waiting to happen. Nowadays, he’d probably be described
as bi-polar; and certainly the
elephantine amounts of speed he did on a regular basis only enhanced his
incendiary mental and emotional predilections.
Danielle was the craziest thing to come out of Puerto Rico since Sister Bertrille, and he proudly referred to
himself as The Tweekin’ ‘Rican.
Danielle’s accent was almost
indecipherable when he was sober- and
even more so if he was wasted…which was an every day occurance. Danielle was always extremely sweet to me and
my Discgraceland roommate Iris Berry,
but we’d both seen him turn on a dime. The dark clouds and impending storm of anger were easily read on his face
just before he’d explode, but that was another problem altogether: it
was difficult to see his face. Danielle’s customary doorman uniform consisted
of a full suit of high-impact plastic
football player body armor which he had spray-painted metallic silver. A large plastic toy
stegosaurus also painted silver was mounted at the crest of each shoulder pad,
and he always wore a matching metallic hockey mask to complete his ensemble.
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| Me & then-husband Levi Dexter at The Zero on Cahuenga Blvd., 1981by Gary Leonard |
The
bar at any of the Zero’s locations was
always a makeshift plywood affair, and was almost always tended by the afore-mentioned Iris Berry Alice
Miller, and myself. Our bartending consisted of opening the flrip-tops of the only drinks the Zero served,
cans of Burgie and Lucky Lager, doing the drugs that were often left as our tips, and flirting shamelessly with the
regulars. There were always fun people to party and/or go home with, and since
we weren’t above flashing our bras to solicit our gratuities, we got all the
action. Frequently during the course of every night night, we'd count out and
divide the contents of the tip jar, stuffing the bills into our fishnet
stockings, and brining the cash-stash
from the beer sales to the Back Room to
hide it in case the cops came. On many occasions I'd take a cab home the next day from wherever after-party had been, and pay my fare
with plastic Solo cups full of
quarters. Usually, the after-parties would blend into the next afternoon or
evening, and we probably could've made a killing selling cheap sunglasses at
the bar too, 'cause everyone always needed
them! We'd always be getting home when other people were going to work or
church.
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| The Cahuenga Blvd. Zero Zero, circa 1982 as seen from behind the bar by Gary Leonard |
The
Zero went on for quite a long time, and
it's hard to really describe in detail all the sordid fun, crazy, zoned-out
intellectual conversations, brainstorms and sheer madness that went on there.
It was the on-going after hours hub
of the 1980’s Hollywood Punk/New Wave/New
Romantic/Goth/Cow Punk
scene. What started as a
semi-private enclave for just a few people
wound up getting so popular that it’s exclusivity and anonymity were
threatened by the sheer volume of people-mostly clueless idiots- who wanted to
soak up the hip atmosphere. Eventually,
they contributed to the club’s demise.
Like
all golden eras, The Zero Zero came to an end, but damn, was it great while it
lasted! So great, in fact, that like the old adage about the Sixties, one could
describe the Zero in this way: If you say
you remember it, you probably weren't there!
Luckily,
when I came home from bartending at The Zero wired out of my
gourd the next day, I had nothing better to do than write about the previous
night's escapades in my diary, before passing out and waking up to start the
partying all over again.
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ReplyDeleteZero-Zero was the site of one of my worst humiliations EVAH. Duran Duran were in town and I was hanging with them, acting as LA’s Best Hostess. It was late and they wanted to keep the party going, so I told them about this super-secret, super-fun club that I was SURE they would just LOVE. I took them to the Z-Z. I don’t remember what night of the week it was, but there was literally NO ONE there other than us. The band was not impressed and I was mortified.
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DeleteI remember being at ZZ after a night out at a local show and El Duce was in fine form and drunk as usual . We were all sitting on the floor and this guy and his girlfriend were to the left of me and El Duce walk in and walks up to the guy on my left and straddles the guys face with his crotch and whips out his willie. The guy now embarrassed and angry gets in El Duce face and says “Don’t ever stick your dick in my face “ and a tense moment begins but we never underestimated El Duces wit when in character and he replies “ Next time I’m trying to take a piss don’t stick your face in my dick” the room immediately busts out laughing.. and the tense moment dissolves ... Man... those years were some great and fun memories!
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3/2/1984 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ex9ANVxtSM
Hi, what was the adress of the club featured in your video?
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