Here is another old blog I wrote in 2004 about a Campbell, CA punk institution from the early 80s. The photo is from the summer of 1984 taken in Palo Alto, CA. That is me in front with the cigarette.
In Campbell, CA, 1983-??? "The Crow" as it was fondly referred to,
was a cool place for people of different subcultures to congregate. It
was a bookstore/coffee house and the first place I ever tried an
expresso drink. There was a large patio off the dining area that had a
vine covered arbor. The patio was surrounded by a waste high black metal
fence, and most people who were too lazy to walk around would just jump
it. There was a large tree (oak I think) along the side for additional
shade during the day. For about a year Wednesday night was the night to be there if you lived
south of Palo Alto or Fremont and North of Gilroy. It was the time when
most everyone involved in some kind of 'subculture' would meet up. There
would be mods, deathrocks, punks, skins, skaters, dance club kids, and
even the few rockabillies that were around town. At times there would be
several hundred people meeting there. We would meet, some people would
have booze hidden, we'd smoke cigs and cloves and just sit around
hanging out and bullshitting. In those days if you were in the "scene"
you pretty much knew who everyone in the scene was. Most of us were
16-19 but there were a few old-timers who had started listening to punk
in 78 or 79 and they were around 22 or 23. The older ones were more
deathrock like than punk. Today, the subcultures are so multi-generational it's hard to know who everyone is or where they came from
or who they know. Back then, if you saw a kid wearing creepers, you knew
who they were and if you didn't, you'd walk up and start talking to
them to find out what crew they hung out with. I kind of intermingled
with a lot of different groups. Having a touch of ADD made me get bored
with people and situations and I'd move on to other groups of people,
but trying never to burn bridges. Summer of 84, the Crow started to crack down on Wed nights. To many
people drinking, scaring away paying customers, and one night there must
have been over 200 people, so they planned to close at 7 pm on
Wednesdays. People were bummed, and there never was again a place like
that where you knew EVERYONE would be in one place. Summer of 85, people still went to the crow but it wasn't a once a week
thing. We'd go any night, around 6 or 7. Next to the Pruneyard where the
Crow was located, was a creek. Today it's all developed as the "Los
Gatos/Campbell Community Creek Trail" for squares to ride their bikes on.
Back then, no trail, just a hole in the fence to a trail that led down
to a creek and under a bridge. We spent that summer drinking under that
bridge. There was a huge willow tree with a mattress under it. The tree
was like a cave. Some people would camp out there. One night some of my
buddies brought a Colemen stove down to the creek. They took sticks with
long string attached to them and tide balogna on the ends. They caught
crawdads and then saute them in butter. I was to grossed out to try
one, but they were loving them. We scared away the vagrants who had once hung out under that bridge
since we were there almost every day when there wasn't a show or
something better to do. We even had a couple planned parties down there.
It was far enough away and the cops never came down there. We didn't
bother anyone. When they were making that dumb ass community trail, they
cut down the willow tree. I still drive over that bridge and glance
down there sometimes. I miss my youth, and I miss those people and those
times. You know, when you just didn't give a shit what you were going
to do with your life. When you didn't have responsibilities and your only
objective was to be with your friends and have a good time. Politics
didn't mean anything, you just knew you hated Regan. Damn...I need a
smoke, I'm feeling kind of misty.
Just a fun loving, jive dancing, rockabilly music seeking, sassy gal about town. After watching all the vintage "how-to" videos, tutorials, and Blogs, here's a "what to do" and "where to go" blog after you get yourself dolled up. I changed the name of my blog to "The Kim Show" because all my friends tease me and call me "The Kim Show." I feel I am now living up to their expectations by writing this blog.
I love vintage glamour, heels, pretty clothes and dancing to hot music. I love my husband, my kids, and my friends. I also love my vintage wardrobe, confetti lucite, and the dozen or so vintage sunglasses in my collection. I am a bit of a hoarder and someday you may see me on that T.V. show, only instead of dirty dishes, there will be piles of cashmere and bins of rhinestones.
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