Many of us spent countless hours, five to seven nights a week, in the dive by the freeway, whether we were working or didn’t even work there at all. Inside that old, decrepit, dingy building was a place for the drunken misfits and freaks alike to come and sometimes hide from the rest of the world without judgment or scorn.
To be honest, there were a few dives back in the day like the Rendezvous, the Frontier Room, the 5 Point, Sorry Charlie’s and Sonya’s. All had their own dirty charm, but none as much as the Off Ramp.
Walking through the blue, single door underneath the small black and white sign that simply read Off Ramp Music Cafe and down the short narrow entryway, you entered a dank, cryptic refuge. …
My sick and twisted love story about the Beautiful People, seedy nightlife and music of the early 90s Seattle scene at the Off Ramp Music Cafe.
This is a love story. My sick and twisted love story. My love letter to the place and the people, in a time that was unforgettable. A time and place I gained lifelong friends. A time and place that history was made and became legendary. A time and place I feel privileged to have been a small part of.
I want to share my love story. I want to honor the friends I made, acquaintances, musicians, the shows, the drunks at the bar, the Sunday Drag Queens, the people in the back row. I want to honor any and all people that made the Off Ramp what it was. The exceptional. The atrocious. …