Local filmmakers Autumn Boh, Aeron McKeough, Jessy Williamson and
T.J. Reetz are producing A Warehouse on Tchoupitoulas, a
documentary chronicling the history of the New Orleans rock venue.
"Busted, down on Bourbon Street, set up, like a bowling pin. Knocked
down, it gets to wearin' thin, they just won't let you be." —
from "Truckin'" by the Grateful Dead (American Beauty,
1970)
They got caught with weed in their hotel," says filmmaker Jessy
Williamson, laughing. "As soon as they open their door and sit down,
NOPD comes in and goes, 'OK, you're arrested.'"
Before the members of the Grateful Dead were so famously
arrested by New Orleans police on January 30, 1970, the band —
along with Fleetwood Mac and The Flock — christened the opening
night of The Warehouse, a bare-bones, 30,000-square-foot music venue on
Tchoupitoulas Street. Nineteen years and hundreds of shows later, the
Warehouse was demolished by the city and paved over, buried beneath the
intersection of Tchoupitoulas and Felicity streets, seemingly doomed to
be forgotten.
Last year, Williamson, 33, and his crew (Autumn Boh,
Bethany Coan, T.J. Reetz and cousin Aeron McKeough), after a few
whiskey sessions, agreed to film a documentary capturing an oral
history of the venue, a place that was founded before Williamson and
most of his crew were even born, and an era.
"A lot of rock 'n' roll history happened at the
Warehouse," says Boh, 36. "We felt if we didn't tell it, it'd be
forgotten."
"If this story doesn't get told, just here locally, then
it'd be something in 20 years that nobody will even have heard of,"
Williamson says. "They'll be like, 'I have no idea what you're talking
about.' It'll just be gone.'"
The Warehouse bricks that made it out of the rubble
cover a back room floor at Le Bon Temps Roule on Magazine Street, where
Williamson and his documentary crew, along with Warehouse founder Bill
Johnston, share a few beers. Williamson taps the brick floor a few
times.
"This is it, right here," he says.
"That is a kick and a half," Johnston says. "Here I am
sittin' on it."
Alice Cooper was a headliner at the Warehouse
After graduating high school, Johnston — now the entertainment
director for Harrah's New Orleans — moved from New Orleans to
Chicago in the late '60s and worked the bar scene — checking IDs,
bartending and bouncing. One bar, Barnaby's, featured rotating house
bands and free fried chicken and wine. ("It was only free for two
weeks," he says.) One band called itself The Big Thing, later renamed
Chicago Transit Authority, and now known as Chicago. Johnston followed
the band to New York City's Fillmore East when it opened for Buddy
Miles.
"I was blown away. I hadn't seen anything like that in
my life," he says of the venue. "We didn't have anything like this in
New Orleans."
Johnston convinced two business partners, Don Fox and
Brian Glynn, along with two roommates, to move to New Orleans and set
up shop in a rundown Tchoupitoulas warehouse. The roommates called it
quits, but the remaining partners called in lawyer John Simmons and got
to work. Ties in Chicago led them to a few booking agencies that landed
acts for opening night, including the Dead.
A then 16-year-old Susan Spicer, now chef/owner of the
restaurant Bayona, remembers the radio announcement: an all-ages venue
— not a bar — was opening. "We were like, 'Oh my God,
they're going to open a place where we can hear all these people, we
have to go see it right now!' Literally," Spicer says. Aside from the
four founders, she was the first to see its insides — brick walls
and mismatched bits of carpet lining the floor.
"We didn't even know anyone was going to be there. We
thought we'd just look at the outside of the building," she says.
"They're like, 'OK, you need to help pass out posters, do this, do
that.'" Spicer earned her admission as part of the club's unofficial
street team — handing out flyers, pinning up posters and taking
stubs at the box office. Johnston traded show passes for carpet
donations.
Photo by Sidney Smith
Gregg Allman and the Allman Brothers were regular performers at the
Warehouse. The band performed at least twice a month in the venue's
early years, according to founder Bill Johnson.
"Once we got hooked up with the agencies, we just took
over from there," Johnston says. "Once they knew you, you were getting
bombarded. There's a new place in town, there's a demand to play, and
the place was big enough for a lot of these bands."
On opening day, the Grateful Dead showed up with its
gear in a station wagon and a van. After the show, Simmons busted them
out of jail. The band vowed never to return to the city for 20 years
(though they made it back in 12).
"They didn't even find them with that much," Williamson
says of the Dead's marijuana bust. "But the Allman Brothers' story is
much better."
For the next 12 years, the Allman Brothers became the
unofficial house band of The Warehouse, performing no less than twice a
month for five years, including three New Year's Eve shows. (The band
later dubbed its 1989 Louisiana Superdome-bound tour The Warehouse
Reunion.)
Williamson took his crew to Georgia to interview the
Allmans' original roadie, known as Red Dog. One of the bands' earliest
visits to New Orleans landed them in jail after they returned to their
hotel after their Warehouse gig:
"Red Dog's got a giant hunk of hash the size of his fist
in his pocket. There's eight plainclothes cops walking down the hall,
and at every door, one of them is stopping," Williamson says. "They
[the band members] get back in the elevator, stop off at a different
floor, throw the hash in an ashtray, and continue down to the lobby,
and as soon as they get to the lobby, cops are there. They arrest 'em.
Simmons gets them out of jail, and even though they were in jail all
night, after playing the Warehouse, then getting busted and going to
jail, they called the hotel and told Red Dog to bring the family
— what they called the roadies — and bring the truck and
set everything up 'cause they were still going to play in Audubon Park.
For free."
New Orleans musician Deacon John Moore remembers lending
his Hammond organ to Johnston for $50 every time the Allmans came
through. "I thought, 'Man, this is the big time,'" Moore recalls. "I
got to play with [Allmans drummer] Jai Johanny Johanson. They were up
and coming, before they got real famous. Before they couldn't afford
them any more," he adds, laughing.
The Warehouse was a jumping-off point not only for the
Allman Brothers, who used the Warehouse as a link from Bill Graham's
Fillmore East to the Fillmore West in San Francisco. Other headliners
included Joe Cocker, the Clash, Bob Dylan, Elton John, Led Zeppelin,
Bob Marley, Rod Stewart, Talking Heads, and the Doors, where Jim
Morrison performed for the last time before his death.
"It was the hottest place in town," Moore says. "People
was lightin' up reefers and nobody said shit. It was like
heaven."
Photo by Cheryl Gerber
Warehouse founder Bill Johnston, now entertainment director at
Harrah's, organized at 40th anniversary "reunion" show, where filmmaker
Jessy Williamson will screen previews for the documentary A
Warehouse on Tchoupitoulas.
Johnston let Moore attend shows for free on occasion,
but Moore also shared the Warehouse stage with members of his
psychedelic blues outfit Electric Soul Train. "That was Hendrix kind of
shit," he says. "But I couldn't set my guitar on fire — I
couldn't afford it. You could play loud, loud as you want. It'd make
your skin crawl."
Music aside, The Warehouse also offered community
resources, sponsoring a Little League baseball team and men's and
women's softball teams and hosted fundraisers for community groups.
("We were just doing what we can," Johnston says.
"The thing I'll never ever forget is the struggles,"
Johnston adds. "The financial struggles and the friends we had —
some would give $5 here or $20 there" to help the venue get by.
Moore remembers The Warehouse as a "catalyst for the
love generation. It brought together black and white. It was a haven
for people who believed in peace and love, and people came from all
over to experience that. Bill and them had the vision and courage to
get away with it."
But the love movement only lasted so long, with bad
drugs, police pressure and disco and punk rock taking its place.
"I know The Who is playing the Super Bowl this year, and
it's funny 'cause The Who was one of those bands we lost a ton of money
on," Johnston says. "We'd tell people who's playing and they'd go
'Who?' 'Yeah, The Who.' You know, one of those 'Who's on First?'
things."
By the mid-'70s, The Warehouse wasn't raking in enough cash to
grease its wheels. Though it had a capacity of 3,500, Warehouse crowds
diminished and could only meet the size of the considerably smaller New
Orleans market. "They were living check to check," Williamson says.
Johnston was on his way out. Before he departed, WNOE-FM
held a free concert at The Warehouse for Gino Vannelli. "There must've
only been about 800 people that night," Johnston says. "When he came
out onstage, there was no guitars. 'This is supposed to be a rock 'n'
roll place. Where's the guitars?' But he did well, and I figured it was
time to move out." Johnston moved to Los Angeles, leaving Fox, Glynn
and Simmons at the helm. Fox's production company, Beaver Productions,
started handling outside shows, some around the country.
Eventually, with a little more than 12 years of wear and
tear and competition from newly opened venues like the University of
New Orleans Lakefront Arena, the State Palace Theater and the Municipal
Auditorium, the Warehouse closed its doors. The 1970s were over, and
The Warehouse's era had ended. As if to illustrate a changing of the
musical guard, the post-New Wave group Talking Heads performed The
Warehouse's last show in September 1982.
"It's really something our generation never experienced as a venue.
It had a pulse to it, a scene to it, a culture," Williamson says. "On
off days they were doing all kinds of stuff — organic food
lectures, women's health, Lamaze [classes], healthy eating. Usually you
hand the guy your ticket, you walk in and then you leave. You don't
really care about the place — it's just a couple walls and a
ceiling. But this really meant something."
"Thank God for hippie parents," Boh says, laughing. The
production crew grew up hearing about The Warehouse from their parents,
who all met in high school and later moved to an off-the-grid commune
in Loranger, La. The crew was hooked on the stories.
"It seemed like this mythical place," Williamson says.
"We didn't know where it was, or what it was, or anything."
With no film projects in sight, the crew started sending
emails and making phone calls to interview anyone attached to The
Warehouse. Once word got to Johnston, the list grew.
"We thought we'd shoot a couple months, and now it's
been more than a year, and it keeps growing every month," McKeough
adds. "It's bigger than we've ever imagined."
"When Jessy first told us about the idea, I had no clue
how it would engross my soul," Boh adds.
"Bill will get a producer credit," Williamson jokes.
"I don't want one," Johnston replies. "The Warehouse and
what they're trying to do with this documentary is almost the same
thing. They're doing it the same way. No money, borrowing money, or
borrowing from Peter to pay Paul."
The crew contacted Johnston, who put them in touch with
musicians, Warehouse employees, concertgoers, 'zine publishers and
others.
"I said, 'How'd you guys even hear about this? How'd you
get involved with this? How did it even start? How old are
you?'" Johnston says.
In 2008 and 2009, Johnston helped produce the production
"Joint's Jumpin'," a celebration of New Orleans rhythm and blues from
the late '30s to the early '70s, at Harrah's. "I thought 'Wow, that has
done so well, now here comes the 40th anniversary in January, why don't
we do the same thing?," Johnston says.
To celebrate The Warehouse's 40th anniversary in
January, Johnston and musical director Larry Sieberth assembled a rock
band of New Orleans musicians to perform the music of 25 to 30 artists
that performed at the venue. At the concert, Williamson will screen
10-minute preview clips of the crew's near-completed documentary, A
Warehouse on Tchoupitoulas.
"It's a nostalgia piece on the one hand — there's
so many great stories, and we want to tell this awesome story that
happened right here, thanks to Bill," Williamson says. "If the place
would still be here, every musician that comes through here, that's the
place they'd want to play, to be able to step on that stage."
As a frequent quest of the Warehouse this story is long overdue I still drive by the area where the warehouse was and feel the same feeling we all had there. There are so many stories that involve that venue there is just not enough space to tell them all. Funny that they mention the bricks , I have a fireplace base made with some of them. Like the man said " thank god for hippies". See ya at jazz fest....HEBEGB
Wow, I was so amazed to see this article. When I was 16 & 17 yrs old, I was at the Warehouse 3 times a week almost every week. I have always wished that I would had kept a list of all of the bands that I saw there and at the free concerts at Audubon Park. The Warehouse was the most amazing part of my youth. Quite often one of the bands would invite us backstage which was exciting.
Seeing this film will be like opening a time capsule for those who were around in those days. The article doesn't mention anything about what was going on in the background while all those legendary musicians were playing at the Warehouse. Just so that the young filmmakers know what was on the minds of their hippie parents when they walked out of the Warehouse and filtered off Tchoupitioulas St. and back to their lives, here are some more facts from the time capsule of 1970 and a few years beyond:
In 1969, the Selective Service draft was in force, and we were still worried about getting drafted to fight in a very unpopular war, US forces were attacking in Laos and Cambodia, war protests grew on U.S. streets, Congress debated Congressional war powers, Kent State college students were shot to death by Ohio National Guardsmen during an anti-war protest on the campus, anti-war protests spread across country, revelations that the original naval "incident" leading to the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution and the expansion of the Viet Nam war was a fraud, the "Weather Underground" exploded a bomb in D.C., LT Calley was convicted for the My Lai Massacre of innocent Vietnamese women and children, Vietnam Veterans Against the War (VVAW) protest in D.C., massive protests and arrests of 10,000 marchers, rigged presidential elections in Viet Nam, US carried out the heaviest air strikes on North Vietnam since 1968, North Vietnamese launched a major offensive across the DMZ, Nixon retaliated by bombing Hanoi and Haiphong, Nixon mined North Vietnamese harbors without first consulting Congress, Watergate break-in and attempted bugging of the Democratic Party Headquarters, Nixon vetoed the Veteran's Health Care for expanding health care services for veterans and their dependents, official "end" of the Vietnam War. but U.S continued to bomb Laos and Cambodia, finally the House voted for the first time to cut-off Indochina funds. And on it went.
As the music played, other things were on our minds.
I saw "The Who" there and at the end of their show they turned on these giant, extremely bright lights and started busting up their equipment. Well that was just too much for my friend - he passed out. I was scared to death because everybody was saying oh man he isn't gonna make it, and I didn't know what drugs someone had given him. Anyway we finally got him to come around and ends up he had just smoked too much weed and drank too much Ripple wine and "The Who" blew him away.
Touche' to Steven Duplantier-I just think they are focusing on the actual physical Warehouse and the musicians that played there---the war and all its social implications are definitely a driving force behind everything that happened in those days-just think that the film doesn't even want to open that pandora's box-that is a whole other film...love Costa Rica-good luck to you
Being a musician in New Orleans during the Warehouse days was a experience I will never forget. I was the lead singer of a local band called the "Paper Steamboat" and later "Thunderhead" We opened for many of the acts there and it was always a great scene. No problems, no worries, just great people and great music.
My first concert was .lynyrd skynyrd. it was my first concert,and my first introduction to weed....My last show was Peter Frampton.....many good memories...and a lot of lost ones...
I also saw dream girl there.Her name was Kim S. I could not get over to introduce my self.I remember she had a pair of socks on that sai Kim stinks.I thought that was so awesome...I was also shy...but anyway what a memory
I read a story about Jim Morrison & the Doors playing at the warehouse; it was his swan song of sort. 'The Doors played their last concert with Morrison in New Orleans. It was a disaster – Morrison smashed the microphone into the stage, threw the stand into the crowd and slumped down.' I think it was Ray Manzarek who in the book 'No One Here Gets out Alive' recalled looking over to Jim and saw his spirit leave his body; and at that moment Ray knew It was the end.