The sad news arrived, like so much news today, via social
media.
Guy Pierre Bour was dead. To most readers the name will
mean nothing, for Guy was no celebrity, professional athlete or
politician. It was as a proprietor that we knew him. For decades,
he owned a small dive on Grand Boulevard in St. Louis. The bar was
a refuge for the socially dispossessed — the former farm town
freaks, artists, gays, and pseudo-intellectuals that did not quite
fit in anywhere else. We had been patrons off and on since the
early nineties, but only recently had we become
regulars.
Perhaps no one knew Guy like his longtime bartender Matt.
A week after his departure from this vale we were drinking to Guy’s
memory at one of the picnic tables on the front patio. I had always
assumed Guy was an artist of some sort.
“Not in the usual sense,” said Matt, knowingly.
Matt eagerly recalled the day fifteen years earlier that
he first approached Guy for a job. His only interview question was:
“You’re not a goddamn thief, are you?”
“Not in the usual sense,” replied Matt.
Matt then explained how the bar got its
uncharacteristically imitative name — CBGB — not to be confused
with the legendary
Manhattan music club. “It was an acronym of [his then
wife] Cynthia’s name and Guy’s name. It took the New York lawyers
years to hear about the place, before they sent a cease and desist
letter. The memo specifically ordered Guy to empty his warehouse of
all brand name merchandise. Warehouse! We didn’t even have a phone!
Anyway, by then the original club had closed.”
Guy’s philosophy of life as well as business was “less is
more,” but that less had better be damned interesting. Though
located in the heart of the city, his pub possessed no phone, no
food, no wine, no craft beers, no website, no Facebook page, no
jukebox, and no credit card machine. And there sure as hell wasn’t
a television set. You were going to talk at Guy’s place. And you’d
better have something interesting to say.
I suppose everyone has his or her idea of the perfect
tavern. For some it is a sports bar and grill with two dozen
giant-screen TVs, and buckets of Budweiser served by well-endowed
blondes, and Whitesnake blasting from the jukebox.
For
Esquire magazine it is one with a lot of “crap on the
walls,” a portrait of a nude woman, and old floor-length urinals.
New
York magazine prefers “attractive people” and
“microbrews.”
Myself, I am more interested in George Orwell’s criteria,
which happily he enumerated in his essay “The Moon Under
Water”:
• The “architecture and fittings” must be
“uncompromisingly Victorian.”
• Games, such as darts, are only played in the public part
of the bar.
• The pub is quiet enough to talk, with the house
possessing neither a radio nor a piano.
• The barmaids know the customers by name and take an
interest in everyone.
Moe Blotz| 8.19.11 @ 9:20AM
Your description of Guy's reads like that of many taverns throughout the country serving the neighborhoods where the manual laborers resided. Reading,PA had either a bar or sandwich shop on almost every street corner when I was a stoont at Albright College circa 1967. The most desirable place to park my arse for a pint and conversation now is a brew pub up the Delaware River a few kliks where they have no television or piped in music. Good beer,good pub food,and good conversation,hard to find in the 21st century.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 9:56AM
CBGB was a "refuge for former farm town freaks, artists, gays..."
I'll be damned if I'd sit in a bar with a bunch of fags. My favorite hangout was a sports bar in Milwaukee called Wits End, and it had a No Fags Allowed sign taped to the mirror.
massmile | 8.19.11 @ 1:05PM
In PA the Casino Industry has ruined all neighborhood bars. It has paid off the Liquor Control Board. You can't even run a $10.00 weekend football pool without fear of getting raided.
I am a 26 years old nurse, young and beautiful. Now I am seeking an older gentle man who can give me real love , so i got a username Annababe2011 on---a'ge'l'es's'da'te. C óM---it is the first and best club for y'ounger women and older men, or older women and younger men,to int'eract with each other. Maybe you wanna ch'eck it out or tell your friends.
Occam's Tool| 8.19.11 @ 1:10PM
Don't forget the need for an absence of sandmonkeys, Catamite! I can understand "no fags" for you, though---why rehash your day job in your pub?
Occam's Tool| 8.19.11 @ 1:14PM
Homosexual content of bar, including Clint, 90% plus.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 1:47PM
You mess with me fag and I'll slit your goddamn throat.
opedpiece| 8.19.11 @ 1:54PM
Wow! Such an intelligent poster. Keep the remarks coming, Clint. You're the type of man's man we want here on A S. I can dig you.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 2:33PM
That's Allen Brooks Poseur Posting,Under My Name, opedpiece.
ObamaBoy Brooks Is Desperately Zany Crazed Unhinged,Now.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 2:30PM
That's Eleven ObamaBoy,Israel Firster Allen Brooks Poseur Posts Today.
You're A Desperate Little ObamaBoy Bastard,Brooks.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 2:38PM
Uh Oh !
Now. Screwball Israel Firster Fanatic Tool Job Is Fightin' With ObamaBoy Screwball Israel Firster Fanatic Allen Brooks.
You've Been Punked By Allen Brookss, Tool Job.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 2:23PM
Uh Oh !
Another Allen Beooks Poseur Post.
That's About Eight Of Your Poseur Posts, Today, ObamaBoy Israel Firster, Negative Attention Craving Asshole, Brooks.
Bob K.| 8.19.11 @ 11:13AM
Hey Moe,
Did you ever go up the road a piece to Tamaqua and visit "Took One's" aka Andrukaitis's?
Menu: "Two lousy eggs for one lousy dime. Any style." "Hot Roast Beef sandwiches with gravy. 50 cents."
Harvey Wallbangers for 50 cents.
Juke box cost a nickle and so did the pool table.
Guinness and Bass on tap. 1/2 and 1/2 was 1/2 a buck.
Only open Thurs evening through Saturday and they got a hell of a weekend trade! Owner took over business when his father died and could only work weekends away from his Law practice.
Occam's Tool| 8.19.11 @ 1:12PM
Minnesota has a lot of great pubs. I have no financial interest in what I am about to say. The best pub that I have run into for conversation and pub food is Caspar and Runyon's in St Paul. THE best hamburgers ANYWHERE! One night a week is family night where single moms and dads go to mingle.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 1:48PM
And the night you go Occam is "Faggot Night."
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 2:25PM
That's Nine Poseur Poats Today, Negative Attention Craving ObamaBoy Israel Firster Asshole, Brooks.
Wordmonger| 8.19.11 @ 9:24AM
With the Froggy origin of his name,did Guy pronounce his name to rhyme with free or did he go with the Yank version rhyming with high?
PJ| 8.19.11 @ 9:36AM
Your're kidding, right? What true American-loving person would "francophile" the sound of their French spelling name? I love the French, my 1st name is a common French name, but I'll damn you to hell if you, an American, continue to pronounce it like a Frenchman, after I corrected you!
albert constantine jr.| 8.19.11 @ 9:52AM
In an ideal hangout, you can go by yourself but be welcomed when you arrive. If you sit at the bar, those customers without a perch don't try to elbow past you to get their drinks. The bartenders don't ask your name or need a credit card to open a tab, and don't need to ask you if you want a refill, they bring them when you're nearing completion until you tell them to stop. In addition, should you choose to buy someone else a drink, they understand the subtle gestures with the perceptiveness of a blackjack dealer or professional auctioneer, and get it right each time.
Petronius| 8.19.11 @ 10:02AM
Chris
You didn't mention the ultimate convenience for regulars. Did he cash personal checks? I'll have to find this place since there are no dives left on Southtown Kingshighway. If the pin is vintage Gottlieb, I might make an offer.
Cheers
Seapuss| 8.19.11 @ 10:28AM
All of my "perfect hangouts" have been ruined by smoking bans. A bar is a place where one is free to do any adult activity that is legal outside but normally frowned upon in polite society, such as swearing, telling dirty jokes, playing pool, playing loud music, dirty dancing, drinking heavily, and (yes) smoking. It's a place you love to go to, but would be ashamed to take your mother--a haven. But if you let the government redefine what's allowed inside a bar, it ceases to be one.
C Smith| 8.19.11 @ 11:15AM
Pro 23:29 Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?
Pro 23:30 They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wind.
Pro 23:31 Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright.
Pro 23:32 At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Pro 23:33 Thine eyes shall behold strange women, and thine heart shall utter perverse things.
Pro 23:34 Yea, thou shalt be as he that lieth down in the midst of the sea, or as he that lieth upon the top of a mast.
Pro 23:35 They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
Bob K.| 8.19.11 @ 11:20AM
Go take a little wine for your stomach. It will help your dyspeptic personality.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 1:51PM
Only faggots like yourself drink wine Mr. Cocksucker.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 2:27PM
That's Ten Poseur Posts By American Spectator's Resident ObamaBoy,Israel Firster Negative Attention Craving Troll, Allen Brooks.
Bob K.| 8.19.11 @ 2:43PM
Clint,
You poor sad sack! Your brain is so addled you can't even read and interpret the responses to posts anymore.
Go take a nap.
Clint| 8.19.11 @ 2:53PM
Hey Bob,
That was Allen Brooks, American Spectator's Resident Obama Troll.
I Don't Think American Spectator Can Stop Him From Poseur Posting Using My Name.
Bob K.| 8.19.11 @ 6:41PM
Sorry Clint,
Glad you cleared that up!
Butch | 8.19.11 @ 3:55PM
I'll drink to that.
Bob K.| 8.19.11 @ 11:18AM
In PA the Casino Industry has ruined all neighborhood bars. It has paid off the Liquor Control Board. You can't even run a $10.00 weekend football pool without fear of getting raided.
Tex Expatriate| 8.19.11 @ 5:37PM
Next time you visit Paris, Texas check out Dillon's at the Holiday Inn on the Loop. Quiet crowd, home town folks. Another good one is Pat's Tavern in Mooresville, Indiana. If you're homosexual, don't advertise it.
Robert| 8.20.11 @ 11:16AM
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USA Team | 8.22.11 @ 12:02AM
very nice
Triana | 8.22.11 @ 4:37AM
Next time you visit Paris, Texas check out Dillon's at the Holiday Inn on the Loop. Quiet crowd, home town folks. Another good one is Pat's Tavern in Mooresville, Indiana. If you're homosexual, don't advertise it.
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