Showing posts with label Club 845. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Club 845. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

POSITIVELY PORCO

It was 99 years ago today. My grandfather, Michéle Porco,
the eldest son of Robert and Aquelina was born in Calabria in the southern part of Italy. He ventured to America in 1933 and......(read the captions to learn more)

Worked 90 hours a week at a family club in the Bronx
where Ella Fitzgerald, Dizzy Gillespie and Thelonius Monk played...
Bought Gerde's Restaurant in 1952 with his cousins...

Became friendly with the musicians....

He witnessed the Folk and Blues Revival as it was happening...


He even had business cards....
(Card courtesy Erik Frandsen)
He died in 1992...
In 2010, Gerde's Folk City had a
50th Anniversary concert...

In 2012, he had a bunch of shows at The Gaslight produced
in his honor....



The most recent show was a 50th also...
And then in 2013, shooting began on a documentary on his life and times
not because of his cooking but
 because...
he was "MIKE PORCO, NYC's REAL FOLK HERO"
And everybody lived happily ever after
~Porco


Sunday, May 12, 2013

MIKE PORCO'S CONDO SETTING FOR INTERVIEW WITH HIS SONS

In the quest to give an accurate description of my grandfather Mike Porco, I went to capture some conversation with my father Bob and my Uncle Angelo. They live in Lauderhill, Florida together in Grampa's old condo. Many of the musicians who played Folk City knew either one or the other son at some point. I was impressed with Uncle Angelo's memory of the scene on West 4th. He had an NC-17 tale to tell hanging out with John Lee Hooker and two chicks!! Who knew?! My father remembered more from the West 3rd location. Both had interesting tales of the Mike Porco before Gerde's became Folk City. There were some sad moments that were bound to come out (Mike spent more time with Dylan and Feliciano than his family) but overall, heartwarming and comical shit.
~Bob

To the land of white belts and snow birds

Please, don't get up on my account, Dad. I'll get my own fucking beer


Don't be shy

Bob Sr. and Uncle Angelo




Jonathan Levin, working it

Whatchu talkin' 'bout Willis?

Porcos, 3 different ones
What does the "Swap Shop" have to do with it?...wait for the movie

Back to NYC

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Mike Porco's Cousins and Brethren.

After speaking with Vincent Porco of the Bronx, I learn of the "other" Porcos and offshoot families from the same town. My grandfather Mike Porco was a late bloomer. Many of his known relatives from Calabria had made their way from Italy to New York a generation prior.

My notepad was made from the back of an envelope.

Mike came here in 1933. Vincent's close relatives took a boat in the 1890s. Vinnie's grandfather is Anthony. He's never heard of Mike Porco although he's well aware that there's a paternal link not that far distant. His Porco heroes were the business men of the Bronx who stayed uptown and ran the speakeasies and night clubs up there. Places like the Flame, The Victoria Café on 141st and 7th, and the Palm. Not sure if it's the same Palm in the city now. But the one in the Bronx was run by the Bastones. Probable relative Joe Bastone put up the lion's share of money to open up Gerde's for his cousin Mike in 1952.

Mike's rotating cast of cousins and brothers ran Gerde's on 3rd and Mercer. Youngest brother Luigi was there at the beginning long before John came to America. They converted the fare from German to Italian. NYU forced them to relocate a block north to 4th and Mercer in '57. Music still wasn't introduced there until '59.

Vincent does remember Club 845 which was over on Prospect Ave. That was where Mike took his first real job working 90 hours for $11/week. By the time his kids were born, he was running the service from the entire 90 foot long bar. Fitzgerald, Armstrong and Ellington played there in the 1940's. Mike got to know them too but not as well as he did Dylan, Ochs and Van Ronk.

There were other families related somehow strewn all over the place. The Guara family. Bastone, Puglice (they just pronounced it POLICE) and the Reeda family. Mike's wife was a Reeda and Vincent knew another Vincent Reeda but we've never heard of him.

He also told me that his beloved Uncle Dom lives up by me in Tillson Lake. I got his number and since he spent more of his youth in West Harlem and followed the music, he'd have more to dish.

Vincent remembered the Yankee Tavern that Grandpa bought in 1965 but he never knew a Porco owned it. My Uncle Angelo ran the bar service there and was part owner. It was on 161 and River literally in the shadow of the Stadium. The Tavern, along with and half the block where the Chock-Full-o-Nuts once was, burned down to the ground in the winter after the Yankees '76 World Series loss. They would win the next two but Mike gave up the lease. His only business then was Folk City and some properties that he held with my Uncle John. Vinnie Porco says that every family has more than one John.