Flyer designed by Malcolm Aaron.
The Pink House was like an underground United Nations. Chapel Hill's aspiring artists, musicians, poets, DJ's, activists, actors, writers, nudists, flutists, knuckleheads, and couch-surfers, all living together in (relative) harmony, united by their common bohemianism. Life inside the Pink House often consisted of weird shit happening at all hours, every day, it rarely stopped. And there's something about that place that won't allow the vibe to ever fully dissipate. / PinkHouseForever.org
Saturday, September 22, 1990
Sunday, September 16, 1990
Club Zen
Club Zen was the joint. Featuring early morning sets by legendary DJ's like Darin Johnson. Of my two favorite memories of the place, both from around the spring of '91, one was seeing a performance there of an incredible play produced by Quince Marcum about AIDS. The other was taking over the dancefloor one afternoon for a retro 70s photo shoot that accompanied an article Kyle York Spencer wrote as a campus stringer for the New York Times about the rebirth of disco. The powers that be shut down Club Zen once the dance night crowds eventually got too black, too gay, too integrated, and overall, too funky.
On Sunday nights, local bands would play.
"(Monica Swisher, former Local 506 co-owner) later worked at Club Zen in Chapel Hill (above Ye Olde Waffle House), a dance club that featured local bands every Sunday night. "All the people from Pepper's Pizza, everyone would come up," she remembers, as bands like Superchunk, Teasing the Korean and others played some of their very first shows."
- End of an Era? by ANGIE CARLSON, Indy Weekly, 8/22/01
I never attended this particular gig, but the poster hung on my walls at the Pink House (and probably the MOVE office) for years. In this photo, circa Spring '93, it's visible near the upper left corner.