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.
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…
West Seattleite. Authority on underbelly of 90s Seattle scene. Art Institute of Seattle graduate. Writer for defunct Rocket Magazine. Animal welfare advocate.