what a way to go out.  the continental is closing.  well, they're coming back as a regular old bar, but the real character of the place, the music, the punks, the old men dreaming of the days of d generation and the ramones, that's leaving.  the last show will be on sunday, but last night's show was jesse malin and friends.  i didn't write down the set list, but i can tell you that the man has 3 records and is working on a 4th, and he played 90% of his first record, the only one i have, and the one i love best.  opened with "brooklyn" at 11:15, and by the time josh and i left just after 1:00am, he had played TKO, wendy, downliner, riding on the subway, almost grown, and cigarettes and violence, and probably one or two others i'm forgetting.

the room was jam packed and hot as hell.  no room to move.  no air to breathe.  no mosh pits, but it sure felt that way as people passed by us tryign to get to the bathroom (which was all the way to the front, near the stage, and then down a set of stairs).  and the poor bar girl, who was told by her boss to roam around the crowd and take drink orders.  there was no room to roam, she just had to keep pushing her way through.  

jesse was awesome, his keyboard player / harmony vocalist rocks.  we saw a bit of his d generation bandmate's set, and saw one song with a guy from bad brains, but we got tired and took off... i'm sure the show went till 3am with tons of special-er guests. 

it was a fitting farewell.  and you won't see me at this weekend's murphy's law show.  i've said my goodbyes.