I guess I write this because music IS the soundtrack of our lives. We can all remember moments and songs and singers and the role it all played in the moments of our lives. Note that I would normally have lots of youtube or vevo videos here … but Prince has gone after YouTube for allowing users to post his copyrighted videos up without his permission and video material of how work is difficult to come by. Probably the most iconic rock pop song Prince ever did.
It is non stop musical joy. The guitar riff will last for eternity in music legend. In , Prince followed up the massive success of the Purple Rain album and film with Around The World In A Day, a psychedelic pop record that only someone as weird as Prince could make.
The result is unforgettable. I struggle to think Prince could have ever performed this song better than Sinead but if I could ask him to try … this would be the song I would put in front of him.
I almost included When Doves Cry which was the last song written for Purple Rain and is a musical masterpiece. And Raspberry Beret remains my personal favorite Prince song of all time … but it is not a particularly spectacularly written song so I aimed for the better written songs.
Rest in Peace Prince. April 22, by Bruce. Get a couple of local chefs to open up outposts, as well as some of the well known chains. Stick a movie theatre and bowling alley in there. Get some boutique clothing shops with low rents. Being Dayton-centric I never heard anything about "The Continent".
It looks really cool for its place and time. What is so different about this from The Greene or Easton? To me it looks like precisely the same formula, just built in a different time. What's to prevent these newer centers from eventually becoming passe' in 35 years?
As long as Easton is controlled by Wexner, he'll continue to rehab and renovate and upgrade before he lets it spiral downward. Rusty, from what I remember of the Continent, it didn't really go after typical mall stores. Northland mall was nearby. It wanted specialty retailers, offering unique things to Ohio Euro crap. Anywho, they used to have great Friday night after work concerts there it was a really cool place to be.
It also had apartments, which again, were cool at the time. I never really thought about it, but I was in the C-bus from and at about the time Easton opened up, the Continent was struggling.
Too far from the city core, not far enough out to be a suburban wonderland. Northland mall nosedived at the same time, the continent had a softer landing, but it looks like it went to the same place. Walker, you are a C-bus mover and shaker, at least according to my favorite former employer, Michelle Hill. Maybe your posse has some ideas for the place. High tech company incubator? Silicon village? Getting the right money and people behind one of those ideas is a whole other story.
Personally, I'd rather see properties located closer to the city redeveloped with those good ideas first. It doesn't seem like too many people are suffering too much from the current state of The Continent.
It could probably sit vacant for another 30 years and it wouldn't make a huge difference. Trying to remember the name of one of the bars. It was a disco club. I won a dance contest there doing "The Hustle".
The larger part at the end on the right has been demoed and the rest is a school. There were a bunch of new cars from adjoining dealerships parked on the site. Each club will have separate exterior entrances and connected interiors.
The clubs will have a total of employees, most of whom have been hired, Berlin said. Both concepts are owned by Frazer, president of Yucatan Development Ltd. Another Yucatan Liquor Stand is in Houston; it was founded as one club by a separate company in about Our ragtag crew drifts around a corner and up the handful of steps into the Yucatan. Now that this ordeal is finished to satisfaction we have to wonder why we bothered, though, as in a far cry from my previous visit here this place is nearly deserted.
Even circa , you still had to pick and choose your spots at these clubs. On a vibrant Saturday evening the surf and beach motif fits this bar like a glove, a shelter against the encroaching season of harsh Ohio winter. But on a night like this, lifeless as the county morgue, the dangling surfboards and Hawaiian employee attire ring false, tacky even, a miserable condition compounded further by the obscure dreck their DJ is spinning and the murky overhead lights shrouding most of the club in shadow.
Drinks in hand, we stand by the dance floor railing, watching the dozen or so bodies shimmying below. Plowing into them all three of us nearly topple, though to their credit they look relatively unruffled by this transgression, and I manage not to spill my daiquiri all over the place. Continuing to slurp my frozen cocktail, I lightly sway to the strains of this otherwise unlistenable techno track, watching Lauren as she tries, to no avail, yanking Damon onto the floor much as Frank had done me.
The barmaids and bouncers shout menacing declarations meant to goad us into finding the exit, knowing full well it will take approximately twenty minutes for anyone to arrive there.
As a preemptive strike they move their clocks ahead twenty minutes, thus engendering the same result of everyone out the door by the magic hour.
Forgetting this for one costly moment I meander outside, spotting Sean there shivering on the stoop, hands in pockets.
What follows is a rundown on the various sights, sounds, and smells emanating from various Continent enterprises over the years:. This began one otherwise chill night when a handful of us were kicking back at a table up on one of the metal balconies. As the designated driver this evening, I had dispensed with the neon bracelet they strap onto the wrists of all 21 and over imbibers.
Considering there are reams of 18 to 20 year olds within the building also hanging out sans bracelet, I never give the matter another thought.
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