R.I.P Big Bop (and the Kathedral)

Played my first gig ever there with the Ecstatics. You will be missed.

From the Torontoist:

The Night The Kathedral Died
Ah, the Kathedral. For years, it’s been our city’s Freak Mecca. A place where leather-clad ruffians could go on a Wednesday night to hack a butt with a homeless guy, catch an offensively-named hardcore outfit, or act a fool in general. A local watering hole that mohawked miscreants could take refuge in and call home. LikeCheers…for punks.

Thursday night, then, was something like a series finale for the venue, as hordes of cone-studded scalawags crammed inside its grimy, storied walls one last time for a free show entitled “The Night The Kathedral Dies.” Though it wasn’t officially the spot’s concluding event—The Big Bop’s got a couple more gigs tonight for metal puristsand MDMA-lovers alike before it closes for good—it was undoubtedly its final dollop of shit-kicking punk rock. Coordinated by John Tard, ex-lead screamer of Toronto’s self-proclaimed ‘asscore legends’ The 3Tards, the evening featured some of the nastiest local punk practitioners ever to grace that soiled, sticky stage.