|Posted on Friday, July 01, 2005 - 3:13 am: |
My friends and I ran out of the house at 655 W.
Alexandrine as it burned down one night...and I am
sure that the spirits in The Corridor mourned the
loss...I know I did. Anyone else miss 655?
|Posted on Thursday, August 25, 2005 - 8:43 pm: |
i remember 655, but i spend more time a 659 with bricks and those guys. I moved out before the fire. remember scott snot?
|an old ghost|
|Posted on Sunday, October 09, 2005 - 6:38 pm: |
sunday mornings in the fall...going skateboarding
downtown...at least ten deep...dinosaur jr. makes
me feel exactly that way even today...from ron hill to leto to gus to heads coming down from the suburbs..."hey whiteboy"...heart plaza before it was a bust...scott harris coming to the porch from
|Posted on Thursday, October 13, 2005 - 1:07 pm: |
The first time I walked thru the doorway of 655 W. Alexandrine I was 16 years old. At the time it was an all girl house. Basically students from WS
U. I was brought there by a good friend of mine at the time who was dating one of the occupants. As time would have it i eventually began to crash out on the couches there.
i would do this when I couldnt get a ride back from the normal bars at the time. The Warehouse,The Shelter, Saint Andrews, Todd's, Bookies, and the rest. Eventually the girls moved out and the boys moved in. I started my migration in the summer of 1997. My good friend Leto and I became perminent fixtures on the couches of the then all female 655. we hustled and gave or loyalty to the women of 655. It worked out to our bennefit. approximately 1 year later all the girls moved out and our boys started moving in. What a glorious time. these were the times of Tobey, Arun, Dave Maybry and the rest. Over the years we progressed even farther. we became a Cass Corridor institution. We literaly ruled our domain. I know people right now are thinking is this all really true? well.. it is. People may remember "sunday smoke outs" or just hanging out one night after the bar. All i know there are some people out there who know what the fuck I'm talking about. So it comes to this. One dreadful night a fire was started and it continued to burn down my house. An d with that fire a house was burnt down but not one memory perished.
|Posted on Wednesday, March 08, 2006 - 12:27 am: |
Old Ghost, I believe the full quote was, "Hey whiteboy, do a flip!"
I was out before the house burned down. When I took my wife to Detroit for the first time I took her to see the lot where 655 once stood. It just about broke my damn heart...
|Posted on Wednesday, September 20, 2006 - 11:05 pm: |
It's Bryant Tillman the artist. You and your X bought a painting of mine...I was wondering if it burned with the fire...
How are you otherwise? I forgot your X's name. He was the lead for Spanking Bozo.
|Posted on Friday, February 09, 2007 - 1:36 am: |
I am writing an article about the history of illegal drinking in Detroit. I am interested in the lore of 655 Alexandrine I have heard that it was originally built as a brothel and had secret passages and back doors... all lore that I cannot quantify due to my limited access. The house has indeed burned down- to the ground? Has it been razed? I've looked for it but couldn't find it. I would love to hear from everyone and anyone who can tell me stories of speakeasies/ blind pigs/ after hours in Detroit especially the 44 and Red Door (where i had a membership card at age 17 in 1992) I am leaving my email... I am under deadling for 2/12/07 but still want to hear about anything you can share... i am fascinated with Detroit History especially the history of Vice.
|Posted on Friday, February 09, 2007 - 1:38 am: |
Hey my email is email@example.com Please contact me with your memories of the Corridor... Thanks!
|Posted on Sunday, February 18, 2007 - 9:39 pm: |
the hell house burned down, who'da thunk
i moved in '88ish and met my wife there (eighteen years later, we're still together)
i wanna know what happened to dave maybry and anna
and scooter scotty from down the street
i try to see dan dan when i go back, and never miss linarcher @ the brewery
there were no secret passages (just a connection to the different sides of the house) and in the entire time i lived there, never went to the basement, save one time, to do some MASSIVE kitty litter clean up
r.i.p. to zeus (the absolute best dobermann-rott mix EVER) and sydney's (spitting-image) grand-daughter, who passed a couple years ago
|an old ghost|
|Posted on Wednesday, February 28, 2007 - 4:26 am: |
Rest in peace Christian...so many memories to thank you for...
|Posted on Saturday, December 26, 2009 - 1:30 pm: |
Holy shit!!! So I've been trying to find Dave maybry for sometime. I could write a whole book about that time.it definitely was epic. I paid 65$ to live in the front living room. For a while I cooked dinner 2,3 times a week after this crazy ass clean up from like a year of garbage or something piled in the kitchen! I remember a couple people had amaco cards and we could eat sometimes from those cards. One tine there was this epic brawl at... Fuk I can't remember the name, it was the place that played a set from different styles, everyone was there. Dave maybry Terry Horne and myself got paid to dance on speakers there. Anyways I remember skins and straights throwin down and it getting crazy and I was just kicking and Dave was like ' it's me it's me!!' fukn hilarious and crazy. I moved out to sf cause I felt like I was gonna go down somehow. 6 months later Terry got shot through his car door. I wouldve been there most likely. I didn't tell anyone I just left. Pros and cons of that move. Dave maybry, Arun ,Pam miklaski, sherry miklaski, Deanne miklaski, arun, gus all moved out eventually. At one point, a little before arun passed, I lived on Aruns floor on a gnarly corner in sf. Loved that guy. Epic days at 655! Who remembers puke the ruling bad ass cat of the house?! One day I saw puke kick so many cats ass out back and realized that was how he was able to be in the house!! Tripped out. I counted like thirty cats in the back yard/alley. Another story, two crack heads come from across the street and steal a tv and then go back across the street to their place!! I missed the experience but classic alexandrine action!! Keep in touch anyone out there from the days. Especially if someone knows how to get a hold of Dave maybry!!
|Posted on Tuesday, February 02, 2010 - 3:44 am: |
Dave Chapman...dear god...just saying your name brings back a lot of good memories from but one of the many stages of 655 that I had the good fortune to live through. I remember after I broke my ankle the first time (boardslide transfer to hang-up over the 6' spine at Sportsafield in Windsor), bugging the shit out of you in your front room. The time you lived there was indeed a great time, and I remember being bummed when you moved. Anyway, good to see your comments...
|Posted on Tuesday, May 25, 2010 - 7:16 pm: |
Is that you Scooter? Puke was a bad ass, but he was actually a she. I was there in '87, it was a crazy scene.
|an old ghost|
|Posted on Wednesday, June 16, 2010 - 12:06 am: |
...i remember when Nelson Mandela spoke at Tiger stadium...(it was such a great time era to be living in the house)...Chaos and the Mystro performed before he spoke (anybody remember Chaos and the Mystro?)...i remember hanging out with Eric Smith on one of the porches that night...he was out on his bike, and on his way to the stadium...Three-Feet-High and Rising is in my head when i think of that particular era...i'm pretty sure Ron Hill from Gangster Fun was living there then...we all spent lots of time at Maurice Malone's "The U.N." those days...the Cass Corridor was the Cass Corridor in those days...the complex mixture of human beings all symbiotically coexisting that the Cass corridor had always been...nobody was trying to turn it into a sterilized, commodified, "safe," clean condominium complex with a bunch of "community" gardens yet...it still fit in perfectly WITH THE REST OF THE CITY, meaning it was not an enclave of utter whiteness, "hip"ness or "liberal" mindedness...the fatuous marketing euphemism, "Midtown" was nowhere to be seen...yet...fuck...white people fuck everything up...
|Stephen Goodfellow (Admin)
|Posted on Saturday, June 26, 2010 - 3:46 pm: |
Totally with that. I hate the sterilized name, "Midtown" Whoever came up with with that sanitizer...death's too good for them!
|an old ghost|
|Posted on Saturday, June 26, 2010 - 7:49 pm: |
...Stephen...just in case you see this...this web-site is a really good thing...a really good thing...and thank-you...
|Posted on Wednesday, February 16, 2011 - 7:47 pm: |
I always come into things like 655, Zoot's, Gold Dollar, and the Easttown theatre to catch the last few good years of it. When I found out I was in the 655 video I left a nasty message on Mike B.'s machine telling him to edit me out-it was out of spite for his "policies on recording people"-I felt fair was fair. Then I saw the video, and I warmed up (even though it was a dumb clip of me with a buzz-cut and glasses in the "neo-655" location at 7857-I do miss the video Cris Golan made of us all)-so, sorry, Mike.
|Posted on Tuesday, April 26, 2011 - 8:47 am: |
I rented a room there for a very short period of time in '88. Missy & Dave were there, Anna up in the attic, Dan, Dave M., Zeus and that cat, who we trained to not get on the table with soy sauce packets from (was it?) Chung's.
I remember there not being any good bar on Tuesday (?) and so a bunch of people drove out to Grand Haven and hung out on the beach all night, and on the way getting yelled at by rednecks at a rest stop. "Salt and Pepper should go on steak! Not out...together." Idiots.
It was too much for me to handle - too much partying, and I was just an amateur. I was really sad to see that the place was gone when I went back a few years ago.
|Posted on Wednesday, November 02, 2011 - 1:24 pm: |
yo its bricks
|Posted on Monday, November 21, 2011 - 12:52 am: |
I can't believe I've been going for years without koniwng that.
|Posted on Sunday, April 22, 2012 - 5:59 am: |
I lived at 659 for a while in 1990.... At that time, it was Christian and his brother Shannon, Mike, Scott Snot and god, I'm having trouble remembering other names. I lived in the front living room with two other chics.... I remember some amazing parties and nights tripping. Also remember Shannon falling down a flight of stairs and slicing his arm open in an abandoned building after leaving the Shelter all you can drink night. I was there the night the wall was busted through from 659 to 655 - Wow, would love to see what became of everyone today!
|Posted on Tuesday, September 11, 2012 - 4:36 am: |
These are awesome Sean. This gives me an idea for Shanes atrist. I was thinking white clothing on the beach he wants her to have a youthful image kinda like rhianna when she first came out. K
|Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2014 - 9:06 pm: |
Does anyone know the story when a young Kid Rock was tossed down a flight of stairs at 655 for being disrespectful to the ladies? Need more input....
|Posted on Sunday, August 10, 2014 - 2:20 pm: |
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