1067 Jazz Club

With a quick step left and a hop right, over the puddle of pee, I was climbing the musty stairs to 1067. I felt like I was crashing a private «only in the know» kind of hangout. Only this one served $ 4 cans of beer and reminded me of my Aunt Linda’s rec room circa 1988. It even smelled like an 80’s rec room!
This was by far one of the most unique and just straight up weirdest sober experiences I have ever had in this city.
I felt completely out of place but at the same time totally welcome to partake. The music was of an unknown genre to me. If it was jazz, then I don’t know what the hell they are playing at the festival in the summer? But it was great.
Show up a little early to grab a comfy seat, sit back, relax, and prepare your senses to be pummeled with HUH?

What’s scarier than Blood Alley prior to Salt and Judas Goat taking up shop? Granville’s alley between Nelson and Smithe, 10:30 on a Friday night. Drunkards contributing to the puddle population, lurking lunatics and of course, the overwhelming stench of trash.
But if you can find the door (in the alley, just north of Nelson, west side of the street) and if there’s no cops around, they’ll buzz you in. Once inside, it’s $ 5 cover. I paid, although I’m not sure how strict they are on that policy. Wine from a box and beers for $ 4 which come in two broke-​ass styles: which Bowen Island brew would you prefer?
Lucky to get there early enough, we took a couple of seats amongst the assortment of couches, likely rescued from the junk yard, Craig’s list, and off the back of a pick up truck — I have no doubt. A glance around yielded this: along with the musty smell in the room, there was a bed on the upper level and posters on the wall from what appeared to be another time.
And then, the music started. A 4 piece band, complete with a sax and some questionable sound equipment, but sweet music to my ears. If only I had risked sitting on one of those couches, I could have drifted the night away, eyes closed and head bopping, just like the rest of the converse wearing crowd.
I think it goes without saying that this is cashola only, totally off the grid and a little happenstance. Check their myspace page for their upcoming performances, ie the night’s they’re open. And if my back alley description wasn’t explicit enough, I recommend going with friends and wearing flats. This ain’t no walk in the park.

This very secretive jazz venue is located on the granville strip, next to the clubs, and runs on a Friday night, when Granville st is packed with bros and hos getting their groove on. So what keeps it a secret when even the porn shops get a significant increase in business on a night like this? When it’s in dead smack in the center of the entertainment district, a block away from the Roxy? The hush hush entrance located in the back alley, and the secretive nature of their shows. The door will be open if theyre playing that night, walk up the stairs and look to your right. Cover is always $ 5, and the music is quiet and well amplified in the room. There are comfy couches littering the room with their own tables and the place is always very warm. Not much of a place to dance and party on most nights though.