Last call, folks. For good this time.
Recently, beloved punk rock gem the Doll Hut announced via Facebook that the bar has been sold to a new owner who will likely turn it into something very different than it is now. For the past 11 years, several owners have run the place, including Blue and Anthony Castaneda who took over for famed owner Linda Jemison in 2001. Since then, it's continued to be a diamond in the rough--even for twentysomething, punk-loving whippersnappers like myself-- to look back on fondly with memories of some of the most vile, raw, beer-soaked debacles (aka "shows") we could've ever hoped for.
The most important assets to the bar's recent incarnation (at least since Jemison first took it over in 1989) have been the bands you've probably never heard of and the fans that soldiered out to see them play at all hours of the night and early morning.
We lamented the first time the Hut was in danger of closing for good (see former Weekling Rebecca Schoenkopf's classic piece...you Kennedy killers!) But now, whether we owe the closure to Disneyland construction, a bad economy or the owners' decision to just move on, it's hard to gin up the right words for what appears to be the final nail in the coffin for one of OC's most historic roadhouses. See this statement released from the owners via Facebook:
Doll Hut has been sold to a new owner. We expect the new owner to change the format. It is with great sadness that we have to inform you that The Doll Hut as we know it will cease to exist. This will take effect January 1, 2013. We encourage everyone to come out these next few months to support local music, to say Hi, to say bye, to regale us with stories of the Doll Hut old and new. Doll Hut is a special place for us and we know it is to most of you as well. We love you and hope to see you soon.
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Don't take those words lightly. Get your ass out there as often as you can. Count every piece of chewed up gum you step on, every bit of stage feedback and decaying band sticker on the wall as a priceless memory. You'll miss it all when it's finally gone.