I always loved the paintings in Plastique, especially that big X painting behind the bar. Only after Plastique closed did I find out that one of my closest friends, Scott Allen, did all of the paintings in there (and was in a battle to try and get the big X back) and another friend, Randy Killen, helped design and install all of the lights in the club. And I think Randy didn't get paid, or something. There was some sort of scandal around the whole thing, if I recall. One of those "rich kid wants a club of his own, so dad pays for it, but it never actually makes any money" kind of deals.
I don't know why I didn't know that Scott and Randy had been involved until after the fact -- I interacted with both of them almost every day. Weird.
Alas, the best clubs burn bright and then are gone quickly. By Fall of 87, Plastique was no longer the "it" club, and the Ivy Tower -- with its different rooms pumping out different genres, was the new place to be. Sad.
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