TONIGHT, AGAIN!

TONIGHT!

Bo, Clinton's signature sound guy for more than two decades, has seen (and heard) it all within the walls of the long-standing tavern. He's seen unknown local bands become stars, celebrities make surprise appearances and all other sorts of incredible to bizarre things that you could assume comes along with building the history of a bar/restaurant/venue open since 1937. Aside from Bo being an incredibly skilled and experienced sound and audio man, he's also got his fair share of some incredible tales from working within Clintons and abroad. We tapped Bo's brain for a juicy story, and we ended up with a story better than we ever could've imagined.

The Ghost Of Clintons

"So, it's around late 1989, early 1990. Clintons had opened a small lounge on the second floor that was called The Laura Palmer Lounge; there was a small stage for bands or other acts, and many little cafe-style tables with chairs and glass ashtrays on every table top. We used to call it "Twin Peeks" because it looked like an old log cabin up there. 

Anyways, it's the end of the night; a folk act had been playing that night, everyone had left and I was doing the routine stage clean up. It was pretty late, because I remember there specifically being no one left in the entire building except for me. I'm wrapping some wires or something with my back to the seating and I then heard what sounded like a glass ashtray on one of the table tops about eight feet away slowly start to slide across and then eventually fall of the edge of the table, falling to the ground. The TTC subway line is right under the building, and if you're there late at night in complete silence sometimes you can hear one of the "cleaner" subway cars roll by. I picked it up and put it back on the table. I was startled, but I didn't think much of it afterwards. 

 I go back to wrapping my cables, and then I hear it again; the glass ashtray slides across the table top and hits the ground, only it sounded faster and a little more aggressive this time. At this point, I've got the willies. I looked around, called out for anyone to answer me if they were there, picked up the ashtray once again and put it back. I go back to my cable wrapping, only I'm doing it about ten times faster so that I can hurry up and get the hell out of there.

 Finally, for a third and terrifying time, the ashtray starts to slide off the table but then launches itself into the air with such force that it hit the solid metal base of a table next to it, then making it smash apart. Luckily my bladder wasn't full, because I said out loud, "Ok, I'm gone," dropped the cables, and headed to the exit. I swear to god, as I was scurrying out I could hear the chairs at the tables sliding across the wood floor behind me. My heart was pounding so fast, and I was so terrified, that I literally cannot remember actually leaving the room, running down the stairs and scrambling into my parked car outside as fast as I could. All I remember is pulling out of the drive way and shaking like a leaf the entire way home."

How terrifying is that? Everyone at Clintons has their own ghost stories, but Bo's really takes the cake! Come back to the Clintons Blog for a monthly Story Time With Bo update!