I recorded this conversation with Dean Reiner of the Up Is Down podcast last Thursday and it’s one of the best conversation I’ve recorded thus far, IMHO. Which is weird, considering the content is dark as shit.
One of the things I discuss is the sudden departure of my podcast co-host. Also, after my interview with Dean, there’s a bonus conversation I recorded last April with my then-cohost, Tim Adams, after I first spoke with Johnny Lee Perry, the young black man from Oakland who allegedly assaulted Sean Stevenson at the Poverello Center, leading to his death at St. Pats two days later when he was removed from life support without his family being notified.
It’s one hell of an episode, so check it out. But there’s also a disclaimer: if you think you are experiencing any of this stuff and hope I can help you, sorry, I won’t be responding to anyone who contacts me on this subject. Thanks for understanding.
When an owner of music venues AND a booking company (called Logjam Presents) decides to cease booking music at one of his venues, isn’t that newsworthy? Especially if that same owner got over a million dollars in Cares Act money to SAVE those venues?
Before we get to what I uncovered yesterday, lets take a look at what the Missoulian reported last year regarding Checota’s Logjam Presents receiving even MORE government largesse in the guise of “Shuttered Venue Operations Grant” money. From the link (emphasis mine):
The largest grant in Montana, at $3,785,303, went to Logjam Presents, which owns Missoula music venues the Top Hat Lounge, the Wilma and KettleHouse Amphitheater. It also books the Rialto in Bozeman and is building another venue there, The Elm.
I started on this line of inquiry after a source, who is VERY knowledgeable about the local music scene, told me NO music is currently booked for the Top Hat. I was shocked and asked the obvious question: why? The speculation offered is that the Top Hat is more profitable as a restaurant than a music venue. Wow.
The first step was to contact Logjam Presents, so that’s what I did, leaving a message when I couldn’t get anyone on the phone. Since I wasn’t optimistic about getting a callback, I went downtown to talk to someone at the Top Hat in person instead.
I explained to the staff who greeted me that I was working on a story about the local music scene. She confirmed for me that there is no music currently planned for the stage. I pointed to the tables on the stage and asked if the dining made more money than the music. The woman said no one hardly sits up there, so she doesn’t think so.
I dropped by a local bar I used to frequent and asked the bartender about why she thinks no music is being planned for the Top Hat, offering first my take that money could be driving the decision. She thought that was a good guess, speculating that in addition to money, the people who like the expensive food now being served under Chectoa’s tenure probably didn’t appreciate the disruption of setting up live music shows.
Hey, I thought, I know someone with that kind of experience, so I gave him a call and got a quick breakdown of what it means to do a “sound check” and the unpredictability of dealing with talent and other variables. Would this disrupt the dining experience of restaurant patrons, I asked? Yes it would, he replied.
It seems the investment in producing good, expensive food (damn it, the food IS good) has won out over the historic role of the Top Hat LOUNGE being a music venue.
If that is Nick Checota’s business decision, fine. But then the question becomes this: does the PUBLIC get any say in recouping the money that went to Checota to preserve the capacity of this building being a fucking MUSIC venue?
Because we don’t have many of those left.
To conclude this post, here is a piece of 2014 ephemera a friend showed me yesterday when I told him I was working on this story. With the Top Hat going dark, I think the only one left standing as a music venue is Monk’s.
This is how Nick Checota rolls, Missoula. Please consider that when choosing your local Cannabis shop and/or going to a show at one of this dude’s dwindling venues.
Like the amphitheater where you still have to piss in a porta-potty.
