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Goodbye Blue Monday

The Broken Jukebox: Steve Trimboli, Godfather of the DIY Music Scene, Still Saving Goodbye Blue Monday

(All photos courtesy of Steve Trimboli)

If you are lucky enough to be a musician who ends up defining a period of American culture—Bob Dylan, say, or the Ramones, or hell, even Metallica—you gain a certain type of immortality. But the constellation of people who helped you get there—the siblings, the members of the “original” lineup, the manager—usually winds up on the sidelines.

Most overlooked of all in the star-making village are the scene-creators, who treat their venues like tumblers, shaking misfit kids and outcasts over and over, polishing some of them into rock gods worthy of the world’s stage. There are the occasional stars in this New York subset, men like Hilly Kristal of CBGB, Mickey Ruskin of Max’s Kansas City and, of course, Andy Warhol, with his Factory of talent.

For most, however, creating a home base for future stars is often anonymous work—as it has been for Steve Trimboli. He has spent the past 44 years bartending, managing or owning some of the most influential venues in the city’s underground music scene. Places like Be Bop Cafe, Tribeca and Scrap Bar were all legends in their own right, each a community hub for poets, prodigies, punks and others. Read More

Joe Strummer Roars B.A.M.

When London called, Joe Strummer made it his job to listen. As the lead singer of the Clash, Strummer, who died in 2002 at the age of 50, turned the city’s breathless cries into a siren song of the apocalypse. Spilling over with nuclear fury and dank despair, Strummer’s voice was hard to ignore and, Read More

The Hot Guy

Every college has its Hot Guy. At New York University, it’s Nick Barbieri.

Nick is a 20-year-old junior at New York University double-majoring in finance and economics. He has brown eyes and tousled brown hair, and he’s 6-feet-2 and muscular-sinewy muscular, not all gross and Arnold Schwarzenegger–like.

“The build, the look and the attitude Read More