Jersey City’s rock club closes.
It happened suddenly, but should have really been no surprise. I imagine that those closest felt it coming along.
We put on a few great shows at Uncle Joe’s; I’ve got some beautiful memories. Uncle Joe’s – just as Lou, Jasmine, Billy, Joe, Kat, Shaun, Chris, Jesse, and everyone who sat at that loud, dirty, stinking bar wanted – belonged to all of us. It was a good place, despite its lacks. It was a place to play, to sing and dance.
Good times.
There were still smiles last night. There’s hope to find another home.