Daddy, Why Is Numbers Called Numbers?
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Well, son, that is a story that has two parts. In 1980, Numbers was at the top of its game. It was doing great, but some of the people involved as investors felt it could do more and there was a disagreement.
A few of the parties involved thought it best to step away and let the others, who thought they knew better, take over the club. The parties who stepped away went on to work on other projects and take comfortable vacations in what was then a new vacation spot in Mexico called Cancún.
That was in May of 1980. By August of 1980, the managing group that thought they could do a "better job" had run the club into the ground. They didn't pay a lot of bills.
That managing group in control of the club decided to throw a theme party, not knowing the power would be turned off because of nonpayment. The theme was Gone with the Wind. On the Friday night of the party, the managing group went into the club and there was no power. Numbers One was truly gone with the wind.
The group that stepped away came back and started to redo the club in August of that year, and reopened the club as the "infamous" Babylon on December 8, 1980. That was the same day we lost John Lennon.
It was during that remodel time that they opened up what was the kitchen and put in the bar that Uncle Loyd works at.
"Wow, dad, Uncle Loyd's bar used to be a kitchen?"
Yep, it was during that time when 300 Westheimer became the first laser dance club in Houston. It also had the first CO2 cannons that would fog the entire dance floor. There were lights that would come out of the ceiling on long cables and go all the way to the dance floor. Then it happened again.
"What happened, dad?"
There were some disagreements; by that time it was 1983. Most people had forgotten the way things had worked out for Numbers One, and they were "bitterly" left to roam the Montrose streets in hoop skirts and Civil War costumes because of the Gone with the Wind party that never happened.
The name was changed back to Numbers, but this time it was Numbers 2, and it has been that name since.
"What a story, dad."
I know, son. No matter what, 300 Westheimer will always be Numbers, where all kinds of people mix: debutantes to factory workers, truck drivers to drag queens. Son, if the world were like Numbers, there would be no war.
"Dad, when I'm old enough, can I hang at Numbers?"
I promise, son, I will take you there for your first concert just like my dad, your grandfather, took me. I promise.