Goodbye, Detroit Bar

Categories: R.I.P.

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Christopher Victorio
R.I.P. to this marquee
It's my last time at Detroit Bar, and I brought a knife with me. Don't get freaked out; it's only a pocket knife. And the only time it came out was while I was at the urinal, taking a piss.
By 11 p.m., I'm four beers and three bands deep. So it feels only natural--as a music journalist and a fan--to use the call of nature as an excuse to say goodbye to a club that, by the time you read this, will be lost to the wrecking ball of time. Though the destruction isn't about the building coming down as much as it is a new sign going up (good luck to the Wayfarer), the death of Detroit Bar is one that deserves my frail attempt at a memorial. And what the hell, it's not like I'd be the first guy to carve something in the bathroom wall of this place.

I walk into the men's room, as nonchalantly as I have probably a thousand times. In the Lysol-scented, echoey den of scuffed floor tile and band stickers, I prepare myself at the porcelain altar for a moment of silent reflection. Then my blade hits the tile. I'm alone, so my eyes can safely wander.

The first thing I recognize is how many different styles of music are represented among this patchwork of acceptable public desecration--shreds of old posters from Americana crooners, hip-hop tagging, stickers from skate punks and house DJs, the carvings of metalheads.

Over the years, Detroit has been home to artists of all different stripes, all of whom felt as though they had a place they belonged to, a place to start small with the real potential of one day taking on the world. Some of these artists didn't survive two summers in the game, and some are now filling theaters and arenas. That kind of breeding ground doesn't seem to occur in very many places in Orange County anymore, not as it used to. Of course, no truly great club is ever meant to last; it's the stories that become immortal. And since it opened in 2001, Detroit has witnessed a lot of those--too many to even begin listing here.

When I think of the bar's heyday and what owners owners Dan Bradley, Diego Velasco, Scott Hamilton and Jason Husted, as well as former talent buyers Chris Fahey and Jon Reiser, built out of the skeleton of the old Club Mesa, I can't think of anything more Orange County. Positioned in the corner of a Mexican-populated strip mall, its glowing marquee and outdoor patio are the only things that hint this is a club. "Flashy" was never a part of their game plan. But inside, the earthy tones and dimly lit Art Deco, the retro TV sets above the bar, and the backroom pool table made this place instantly palatable to people looking for a mix of low-key and cool.


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8 comments
Otis Denim
Otis Denim

Will Swaim used to feel-up my GF when Heather Swaim was drunk at the Village Voice company parties . I don't miss those scum times .

rds_3
rds_3

I am going to miss hosting karaoke Sundays there sooo much... I met a lot of amazing people there in my two years and have a lot of incredible memories. R.I.P. Detroit !!!

Maria Serpa
Maria Serpa

I never even heard of this place til now.

Nate
Nate

A strip mall populated by Mexicans

thefool333
thefool333

What is a "Mexican-populated strip mall", exactly?

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