{"id":10994,"date":"2015-10-02T12:11:35","date_gmt":"2015-10-02T16:11:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/?p=10994"},"modified":"2015-10-06T10:36:26","modified_gmt":"2015-10-06T14:36:26","slug":"all-night-long","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/all-night-long\/","title":{"rendered":"All Night Long"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>October 2015 | <a href=\"http:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/pdf\/OCT15%20After%20Dark.pdf\" target=\"_blank\">view this story as a .pdf<\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\"><b>Stalking the ghost of the 1980s is easier than you think.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\"><b>By Jeanee Dudley<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><span class=\"s1\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-10996\" src=\"http:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/OCT15-After-Dark.jpg\" alt=\"OCT15-After-Dark\" width=\"300\" height=\"298\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/OCT15-After-Dark.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/OCT15-After-Dark-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/OCT15-After-Dark-36x36.jpg 36w, https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/OCT15-After-Dark-200x199.jpg 200w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/>Ozzy Osbourne is out of his mind, standing at the edge of the Eastland Hotel\u2019s rooftop deck, flinging pool furniture onto High Street. This special performance by the Prince of Darkness is a beloved piece of Portland history. It\u2019s the perfect 1980s rocker scene: having had his fill of snorting ants and biting off the heads of bats, Ozzy has entered the crucial peak of his hotel-trashing period. Breaking lamps and burning mattresses are pass\u00e9, and Portland, Maine, that sleepy city by the sea, is the first to know.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\"><span class=\"s1\">Ozzy hasn\u2019t played a show in Maine since 1988\u2013he canceled an appearance in 2008 due to illness. But there are other ways to capture that time of wonder\u2013ways that won\u2019t result in the permanent closure of a swanky rooftop pool. The Forest City offers a good 1980s throwback any night of the week.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\"><span class=\"s1\">For those heavily involved in the rock- and-roll lifestyle, <b>Geno\u2019s<\/b> Rock Club at 625 Congress Street is the place to be. It\u2019s dark, hot, and loud, and there are shows all week long. The former adult theater takes advantage of its layout, making for an, um, intimate space. There\u2019s a big bar, a pool table, and a lower level for taking in a show. The venue hosts a range of local talent as well as musicians from away, from indie rockers to death metal acts. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\"><span class=\"s1\">For that 1980s punk-rock experience (Dead Kennedys, Bad Religion, and Misfits), Portland favorite <b>Big Meat Hammer<\/b> delivers. Heavy on the grunge, this local legend is guaranteed to please the 1980s punk within. Combined with a crowded room, cheap beer, and strategically placed safety pins, a Big Meat Hammer show at Geno\u2019s is the perfect way to stick it to the establishment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\"><span class=\"s1\">On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, 1980s Night at <b>Bubba\u2019s<\/b> Sulky Lounge at 92 Portland Street fulfills the party dream of every valley girl and yuppie-at-heart. At the door, dressed-up dancers get in for free. That means neon spandex, side ponytails, leg warmers, and off-the-shoulder tees for all\u2013and Miami Vice suits for the discerning gentlemen in the crowd.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\"><span class=\"s1\">Inside, revelers fall upon a cavernous club filled with unique trinkets. Walk past the mannequins, wagon wheels, and stuffed horses to find either of two bars. Grab a libation and head to the flashing dance floor. With the infamous DJ Jon spinning 1980s pop, yacht rock (think Doobie Brothers in admiral suits), and smooth, synth-infused R&amp;B, it\u2019s a good place to get your Olivia Newton-John on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p4\"><span class=\"s1\"><span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>Of course, the 1980s weren\u2019t all loud music and tight pants. This beloved decade brought about the popularization of the modern video game. Portland\u2019s year-old <b>Arcadia National Bar<\/b> at 24 Preble Street helps true 1980s geeks reminisce over the 8-bit glow of classic arcade games. Domestic and craft beers are available on tap and by the can. The bar mixes up specialty drinks inspired by all things nerdy and hosts a range of game-centric events.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\"><span class=\"s1\">On the floor, gamers can load up on quarters and smash the buttons of some rare machines. \u201cWe have arcade games that date from the early 1980s through the 1990s,\u201d says Vinny, bartender and pinball aficionado. \u201cThis is definitely a great 1980s throwback spot\u2013I think Marty McFly would be very happy here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p5\"><span class=\"s1\">Vinny and I both favor BurgerTime, similar in format to Pac-Man and Ms. Pac-Man but with the critical endgame of building hamburgers by stepping on components, causing them to drop onto the buns below\u2013while either avoiding or \u201cpeppering\u201d the walking hot dogs and fried eggs that try to knock you off course. While there is no prize counter, the friendly atmosphere and beer specials are incentive enough to burn through your designated laundry quarters.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>October 2015<br \/>\nStalking the ghost of the 1980s is easier than you think.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10997,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[97],"class_list":["post-10994","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-featured","tag-october-2015"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10994","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10994"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10994\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11050,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10994\/revisions\/11050"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10997"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10994"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10994"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10994"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}