When landmark, New York City music venue CBGB was shut down in 2006, reporters on the scene noted the smell of the deconstruction site was ripe like no other. As layer after layer of the club was torn apart and carted off, years of punk history gave way to an odor so rank it made the disassemblers dry-heave. Those on the scene likened the smell to a combination of Sprite and shit, although those who considered CBGB home might remember it otherwise, fragrant like the smell of a lovers unwashed skin...
erin_broadley
Los Angeles, CA
October 2006
APR 04, 2008 02:00 PM