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|Sunday, June 27th, 2010|
managed CenterCourt and was involved in and around wall street , yabyum, all around down town .....many called me dad name is glenn
|Monday, October 5th, 2009|
|Sunday, October 4th, 2009|
hello all wallstreet
wow look at what you find when you hunt for things LOL i heard mention of ziggy ?, where are you ?, damien , javier , ceasr , genesis , and i know where janet is LOL so if any one knows where panther is or chris just yell woud love to know what happend to the old crew LOL
|Thursday, August 13th, 2009|
I wanted to invite you all to Orlando Florida's Wallstreet Connection....On facebook. I hope to see you all there.
Jeny AkA Starr Current Mood: anxious
|Friday, June 5th, 2009|
Top Hat Dave here.. Just swingin by to say hi..
>8) Current Mood: awake
|Friday, May 1st, 2009|
probably because I am getting so damn old but I have been missing Wall Street, Orlando, The Truckbed Tribe, Backroom Words, The Go, Yab Yum, Bodhisattva Social Club, and everyone I ever met there even the ones who I did not like or did not like me very much.
|Thursday, April 30th, 2009|
we were, but not the way we thought at the time.
|Sunday, April 5th, 2009|
All I can think is we got one halfway decent coffee house and thought we were the shit.
|Thursday, February 7th, 2008|
|Tuesday, December 11th, 2007|
So Many Memories
I found this community by accident tonight when googling Downtown Orlando. I've read through all of the postings, looked at all of the pictures, and found myself lost in memories. I'm not sure how many of you remember me, my name is Lisa and I was the skinny blonde girl with the bright yellow Chevy Cavalier. Blaze (who I met when I joined the Rocky Horror cast) introduced me to Wall Street Plaza in 1992.
I was 16, had graduated from high school early, and was looking for a place to call home. I had an apartment and a job at Universal (for awhile anyway), and Blaze moved in after my previous roommates decided my new friends were too weird and moved out. I lost my job and eventually got evicted a few months later. Wall Street was my haven, I was there almost every night for over a year. Several Wall Street people became roommates or couch surfers at our apartment...which was regularly full of guys from the Navy base bearing large amounts of liquor.
Some of you may also remember my mom Gini. She was a therapist by profession, and came downtown with me several times. She used to hold "office hours" in Subway, and was Mom to a lot of people. Sadly, she passed away from sleep apnea in 2004.
I dropped out of the scene when I got married in 1996, then became reinvolved after my divorce in 2000, when I moved downtown and started working at Terror. I moved to New Orleans in 2001 and came back after Hurricane Katrina. I can't believe what Orlando has become...the exact corporate behemoth we were all afraid of. I got to I-Bar sometimes, but downtown makes me sad these days. I've lost touch with absolutely everybody over the years. Besides Blaze, I used to hang out with Adrian, Myles, Dennis, Misty (aka Alex) and so many others.
Thanks for starting this community. It's great to reconnect with people who remember "way back when." Current Mood: nostalgic
|Monday, December 10th, 2007|
It was 15 years ago today I believe.. this December day ~
...that a whole bunch of really nice people I knew got arrested downtown for 'squatting.' Or was the official charge 'tresspassing?'
I remember this because I was there~arriving mere minutes upon the scene with a friend after everyone had been either taken away by Orlando's 'finest,' or scampered off on their own will or otherwise.
What a crazy day it was.
I would just like to say this online community is a wonderful idea. I've lurked here now and again, and you all have helped me relive some memories. It's nice to see so many of you again. Now I know I am not alone when I attest as so many others here have that the days of WSP were some of the most memorable, most crazy-wonderful, most intense times of my life...No doubt, I am indebted to everyone who helped make it so special. The good times, the bad times, wonderful highs and bad trips, the craziness and the serenity of that old room lounging on the sofa in the back of Yab Yum. To Everybody, in spirit (and elsewhere). I have not forgotten anyone, and I've never encountered that fantastic weirdness that was that parallel world of family friends and intimate acquaintances that was Wall Street Plaza in the early 1990s.
Anyway, just wanted to note the symbolism of those who were arrested today so many years ago for what was essentially a nonsense crime...that which anyone who has ever been homeless knows we all just needed a place to temporarily rest our tired bones until it was time to meet later that night....Most definitely on Wall Street.
My Best to all
|Thursday, October 11th, 2007|
|Thursday, August 23rd, 2007|
|Wednesday, April 11th, 2007|
Hey IBar peeps!
I need some information from you all...
Like who can give me a good history of the club. When did it open? What was the original name? When did it switch from Barbs to Ibar?
What are some interesting facts about the bar?
What are some of your best Ibar stories (mainly about the bar or the nights or cool facts about people who have or do work there like special drinks made just for you, not so much aout any personal shit you have with someone)?
I'm working on a project and need to gather as much information. Thank you!
|Tuesday, March 20th, 2007|
I can't count the number of times I've googled "Wall Street," "Orlando," "Gutter punks," "Yab Yums," and anything other term I could associate with that dried-up, cobblestone strip we called home. The entire wandering cast of the former Terror on Church Street is easier to track down than five of the previous denizens of Wall Street Plaza. Of course, many of us weren't exactly exchanging email addresses, then. We were poor and passionate (and violently outspoken, if anyone remembers the Christian Beatles cover band that endeavored to drive the devils out). We dared to be the freaks, the artists, the punks that the orange (and pink) city frowned upon and attempt to remove, brick by brick, person by person.
Now, most of our hang-outs have been bulldozed and rebuilt. Terror, Yab Yums, Center Court, Church Street, even the little shops within walking distance (in Floridian heat, that is) have vanished from the face of the earth. How do you find people when their world and its culture has been expunged from the face of the planet?
I'm afraid to hop the bus (which used to be 25 cents for students), walk up past Pine Street and turn the corner, lest I discover that the corner is no longer occupied by that little pool hall and the Subway on the other side. Lest I find the smoky Kit Kat no longer standing, and poetry night is no longer held at what used to be Yab Yums. No stage will ever feel the same. Wall Street Plaza was the last vestige of the Bohemian in a tourist city. It was what made Orlando different from Vegas. It was the dirty, poor, beautiful, colorful, and wholly real
pit of its soul.
But I'm willing to bet money that those silly swan paddleboats are still floating around Lake Eola (unless Paris Hilton has turned them into little diamond-studded, dog-paddling Chihuahuas). Seriously, guys, I will pay you to sink those things.
My name is Samantha (the last name is new). The first day I moved to Orlando, I ran into someone who looked like me, grabbed his arm and said, "You! Tell me where your friends are." He (Jay, alias "Vlad") pointed me downtown, I took the bus that day, and visited every day thereafter...until I left, to be beside a friend until she passed away. Then, well, life happens and before I knew it, people I'd met over the internet who also
hung out on Wall Street (seems we gravitate to one another, bound by something greater than "location") told me the place was shutting down, piece by irreplaceable piece. Like the border towns of an empire, our little world grew smaller and smaller.
I was Ziggy's sister, Charlie's partner in crime, JC's (ixidor
's) best friend (and adopted daughter to his dad
, who ran Gravity off Center Court), lucianzxzyl
's friend, and that's just the top of the list. From Yab Yum's Bryce to Chris Paven to the twins, to Darcy, Marcy, Missy, Kat, Brianna and Megan, Shane, Rob, Caesar and Javier, I could name names all day. Many of them disappeared like stones into the waters of time.
I never thought I'd have the opportunity to reminisce about those dickhead cops who harassed anyone who walked onto that block. I still cringe when I see bike cops, and no one else gets it. :) Whenever I walk past a Subway, the smells of that street come back to me (Hell, I have a scar on my left knee from the business end of a Subway straw, because I this brilliant
idea, and thought if I could walk like an acrobat across the black fences that enclosed the garden, I would...reach enlightenment...or something. Hadn't thought that all the way through). Whenever I take a sip out of my black Yab-Yum coffee cup (and yes, I always carried a spare), I think of that place. Whenever I hear bongo drums or see people playing hacky-sack, I think of Squeak and Billy Mike. I remember hiding behind the Satanists when those pamphlet-distributing Christians would chase Mandy (razourfairy
) and me all the way up from Church Street. And Church Street...all the little rocks, necklaces, rings and other pieces of crap we'd pick up from that mall. The food court was the only place to get a decent meal for something less than tourist prices. And, I remember when all my girlfriends fell in love with the people they met down there.
We all did, with the place and the people within. Thanks, eddie_offermann
, for putting this together and rejoining forty-five of the lost. I'm proud to be one of the few who remembers Orlando at its best.
|Friday, January 19th, 2007|
I've recently been coming to terms with something.
I'm 37. A lot of the people who know me personally on this thing have known me for a *really* long time, since the early 90s at the very least. Some longer.
And today when I see some 16 year old kid with a mohawk, or some early-20ish fucktard wearing a fucking DK t-shirt I swear to god I want to throw them an old-fashioned boot party. You know... just to welcome them to the neighborhood.
Like a goddamned punk rock Welcome-fucking-Wagon.
YOU are not punk, with your skinny jeans and hot topic bracelets.
I'm going to start going up to punk kids at random and asking "Who's gg allin?"
And at the first "ummm..." I'm going to punch them in the mouth and piss on them.
If they were online, I'd send them the wikipedia entry
- but then I'd have to drive over to their house to commit violence and soil their clothing.
It bothers me in some strange way that GG has a wikipedia entry.
|Friday, September 8th, 2006|
jeigh in prison...
jeigh in prison...
Jason was moved again today and will spend the next 22 days at this next address. he is still in the same center just a different unit and bunk. any letters that were already sent to him will be forwarded for 30 days from the time they moved him. it usually takes about seven days for him to get any letters mailed within florida and another seven to ten days for you to get a responce. his new address is basically the same with only a few exceptions.
Jason Fronczek ..344654
Reception Medical Center West
Lake Butler ,Fl 32054
The paperwork has been filed for the appeal process to begin and we are just waiting now to get the first date set wich could be anywhere from a month to years. We are doing everything in our power to get this done a quickly as possible. Jason is holding up really well considering the circumstances. He sounds as good a person can sound when they are stuck somewhere they dont want to be and shouldnt be. when he gets transfered to a facility where he can have visitors that information will be posted.
|Monday, September 4th, 2006|
Someone very special to me is gone... like so many others. Back then we were like a family. We WERE eachothers family. I'm weak and have little more to say at this point except this:
RIP Travis Dillo... you were like a brother to me back in the early 90's squatter days. I fucking loved you.
xXx~K Current Mood: numb
|Sunday, August 27th, 2006|
Jason Fronscek !!
For those of you who know Jeigh Fronscek(sp?)... He just got sentenced to FIVE years in prison!!
I'll post more info when it comes my way.
Top Hat Dave!! Current Mood: Not at all happy!!
|Thursday, July 27th, 2006|