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We smelled smoke the minute we stepped out the door from work this afternoon. And as soon as we turned on to Greenville Avenue we saw the huge black billowing plumes. Gloria’s had the television turned on and we watched the Arcadia sign crash through the roof as we drank margaritas (a diet coke for me) and ate tortilla soup.
Nate had to drive north and got blocked for a while trying to get around all the hoopla. Brittney recalled several concerts she’d been to there. I don’t remember the last time I was there but it made me sad; the building is — WAS — a beautiful example of historic 1920s architecture. The whole strip of stores and restaurants attached to the theatre burned to the ground tonight. Goodbye, Arcadia Theatre.
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I saw the Sundays there my the third week of college. I realized that I was free to do as I chose, including getting lost. Man, that tiny girl filled the whole place with a voice of an army.
Audieu Arcadia, you were the envy of Snuffers and Fish Dance.
Sad, sad times! I saw my first TMBG show there in 1990. Damn. I think that was the first show I went to when a friend-not-a-parent drove. Fond memories. I still regret not buying an official TMBG fez that night.
I’m so sad that the Arcadia is gone. It was a wonderful old theater. I loved the neon sign, a glowing icon in the night. I saw several shows there, including Duran Duran in 1988. It was a great small venue. I’ll never forget standing on the front row screaming and being pressed by the packed crowd into the railing that was meant to hold the crowd back from the stage. In later years, the Arcadia was turned into a dance club and it was there, while dancing on 80’s night, that my best friend met her husband.