Re: Remember the El Goya Lounge?
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Str8to1
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Date: August 27, 2005 12:15PM
I remember the El Goya back to 1982. It was for both myself, and the group of fifteen or so of my friends who danced and drank there several nights a week, our bar. The El Goya was to Tampa what Studio was to New York -- only it was more underground... and, it was ours! I remember Larry Montgomery; although, at the time, he was nearly an elusive iconic figure. I remember Tony Waddell, the long-time video DJ and sound director, and his lover J.R., of the once-upon-a-time JR's Grill (that served until 2AM, fantastic)!. I remember John Zavosky playing his wicked track mixes on the dance floor, which he made with his equipment at his apartment. He had a penchant for the musically dramatic that was hardly matched during that time. His mixing skills on vinyl were mesmerizing. I miss John.
In 1982, the dance floor was sunken down a level; so, you stepped down two steps onto the dance floor. There was this horrible, carmelized shag rug on the floor around one half of the dance floor, surely made so from the numerous spilled cocktails, and leaking pipes above dripping down on your head. There were beautiful white spindled columns that surrounded most of the dance floor. They supported arches and more decorative architectural work to the second floor. And over the dance floor, the ceiling extended another story taller which was filled full of lights pulsating to the heart-pounding beat.
Jennifer was usually working the door. We were all under age, but there were so many of us coming they let us in. We spent all our money there. I was the only one of age, which was 18 a the time. Chris was marked as our favorite bartender. He made the strongest drinks. I still love running into Chris. We always went to El Goya on Tuesday nights for 'Quarter Drink' night. We would order drinks four at a time! We were there every other night of the week as well; literally, partying high seven nights a week.
The show bar carries what I think to be an unknown treasure; and, I often wonder if anyone has done any history on it. On the walls of the show bar, there are these elegant oil paintings done in the Rococo style on tile, which I understand are linked somehow to an artist named Goya -- hence the bar's name. At the time it was built, I understand that the El Goya was a posh hotel and nightclub in Ybor City - in the heart of Cuban and Italian culture in Tampa. The painted works are near 8' X 10' each (I believe there are six of them on the walls), and each show Spanish aristocrats at leisurely play in a pastoral setting of plenty. They were a metaphor for a wonderful time in my life.
Okay, the absolute beginning for those with teary eyes: My first visit to the El Goya was around 2:30AM on the night of my prom in May, 1982. I finally had enough courage to tell my date we were going inside. There was no one there, it was completely empty. We strolled down the dark entry hallway towards the pounding base of the dance floor; and, when we walked around the entranceway, I heard the DJ playing Donna Summer's Mac Arthur Park Suite (the 17 minute version, girl!). It was heaven! My heaven. That is my theme song, still! We danced and had a drink probably. By the time I got back to my friends the next day, as the leader of my little band of now mostly post-high-school followers, I announced that the El Goya would become our new destination. Yes, Donna Summer. They always say your prom night is a night you'll never forget; and, for me, it was the night that I had found a place where I belonged. I was no longer afraid to explore who I was becoming. Donna Summer, girl!
I remember so many stories, so many scandalous nights. Looking back, over a time with the introduction of MTV videos, New Wave, and the Madonna craze, we were the avant garde crowd - and we dressed the part. We lived our lives inside the walls of the El Goya. Through the years, as the bar kept transforming itself over and over, so did we. Somewhere along the line, the bar lost the columns and the great paintings; and, we lost our innocence. By the early 1990's we had all gone our separate ways and I only occasionally ventured in any more. A new generation had replaced me. Same drag queens, different day.
I keep hearing about an El Goya come back. Surely, myself and those left around will be appreciated with free drink tickets. But it can never really come back; although, I am always one up for a good party! Keep me informed.