Watson503 wrote: ↑Tue Oct 04, 2022 5:27 pm
I know EXACTLY where you're talking about - it used to be known as the Maggot Colony! Hold on...I'll find out the exact address and current name....it is still around but been rebranded - I went with a friend to audition for a band there in 92 or so and that place was a trip! Haha!!!!
You remember what band you were there for ?
After poking around on Google I finally found some detailed info that fleshed out my memories of that place, as well as some better photos..
2300-10 McKinney St. – Houston TX (built 1924; also American Radiator & Standard Sanitary Mfg. Co.; currently Francisco Studios)
This building was built for Standard Sanitary Manufacturing Company – producing well known plumbing materials under the “Standard” brand – in 1924 – they eventually moved down the road to 2107 Walker St. in the late1940s/early 1950s.
The name changed to American Radiator & Standard Sanitary Mfg. Co. in 1929 after a merger with American Radiator. In 1967, the company changed its name to American Standard.
One evening about sunset, we were loading in from the street. Parked right in front of that door in the photos.
Some skeevy little troll-like dude who was leaning against the edge of the building, just hanging out like a homeless scumbag.
He saw me eating a hamburger when I got out of the vehicle. We had stopped and gotten fast food on the way to the room. Dude makes a bee-line for me and starts going,
"Oh! you got Burger King!" and I'm thinking,
"Oh what the fuck is this?"
I just looked at him, and then we started unloaded 4x12 cabs and guitar cases. Dude will not go the fuck away.. Just keeps milling about saying stupid shit like he's somehow involved in what we're doing.
Our room was up on the 3rd floor. No elevator. You had to schlep all your gear up these fucking stairs.
We get into the room. Get all the gear loaded in. There were 3 of us. I've already got my guitar on and starting to warm up my amp. The door was still open and the drummer starts to close it... troll boy from the street comes outta nowhere and jumps inside the room with us
He had followed us inside the building, up the stairs and is now in the fucking room with us.
I'm super uncomfortable because he immediately starts looking around the room at all the musical gear, saying dumb shit, acting like all of a sudden he's in the fuckin' band.
Finally, the singer tells him we're shutting the door so we can rehearse. He's goes, "OK". And he tries to shut the door himself WHILE HE"S STILL IN THE FUCKING ROOM WITH US!"
I take off my guitar while staring laser beams at this dude, and that Kramer Striker was about to earn it's name.
Troll boy decides it's time to go back out to the street.