It was actually a pretty strange experience. Mr. Krupa seemed like he was ill. He was very shaky, and did not seem at all like the master that he was. I was still very thrilled to be seeing him that up close, but I remember feeling a little bad for him. If you look at the photo where you can see the man sitting at a table on the right... we would have been about one table or so farther away and on the other side of the room.
Oddly, there is not much written about the Metropole's history...online or anywhere else.Cool stuff
I am reviving this thread because I had to share this with you guys. Yesterday I received a letter from Bill. Here is a copy of the note and the contents. It is one of the coolest gifts anybody ever gave me. I spent a lot of Saturday afternoons as a young man (teenager) standing in front of the Metropole listening to Woody Herman's big band or whoever was being featured that week-end. To be able to hold a little piece of that club in my hands is a real thrill for me. To have even a tiny piece of wrap from the bass drum Gene Krupa played in the 40's is just beyond words. Only you guys could appreciate what these small items represent.
One man's trash is another man's TREASURE. Thanks Bill for a very cool gift!