When Honkytonks announced that it would be closing on 1 January 2007, a little part of Melbourne’s dance music heart died. Clubgoers were bereft. In an effort to save the club, the denizens of funk and feelgood submitted photographs and signatures in an ode to the “sin bin of choice year after year“. Don’t worry if you wander down Duckboard Lane and just stand outside the dark door with its small, unobtrusive Honkytonks sign to hear this poem – as Santo Cazzati can attest, that was pretty much the first hour of any Honkytonks experience anyway.
This poem is a part of Nighthawking.