I went to my fare share of shows at the Khyber while it lasted. Wasn’t it great? The stretch they had was nothing short of amazing now when I look back on some of the shows I saw there. Sure, there were your obscure psych rock artists like Ghost, city mainstays Bardo Pond and the occasional top flight booking that was an absolute coup.
I saw the Decemberists there in 2004, when they were plenty famous enough to play a bigger venue, yet not so big that everyone and their brother was a fan. I caught Trad, Gras och Stenar there, too. My first glimpse of the National came there, too. They booked almost anything worth seeing, until Johnny Brenda’s came along and Stacie George stopped booking there and the city’s music scene moved north to Fishtown.
It was a beautiful mess of a place, sandwiched between too many bad Old City spots to count. Â Most of them came and went and now the Khyber has (sort of) gone, too. When I read that they intend to transform the dingy bar into a fancy Japanese eatery, I nearly died laughing. It was the sweatiest, smokiest club I’ve ever had the pleasure of patronizing. Don’t get me wrong:Â Steve Simons has had success as a restauranteur elsewhere in town, even if those spots are pretty unremarkable, but this is nothing short of using concealer to cover one of Old City’s most treasured blemishes.
I’m glad they had the good sense to run the venue into the ground for a good four years or so before doing this. Otherwise I might have really cared.