Memories of Cloyne Court

Here's a great comment left on the blog. It speaks for it self. I love to hear stories about Cloyne Court. This might take some time but I'd love to compile a book on this subject. It might take a fews to get everything together though.
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By Kevin FitzSimons

Cloyne is a great place. I lived there off & on between 1987 and 1990 (I think, I mean I lived there after all, so memory is a bit problematic).

It was a very unique place, and in fact 'fuck shit up' was a saying that started in that era. I remember the guys who made up the Bluchunks playing unplugged in the courtyard as we bbq'ed during the blackout following the World Series earthquake, featuring an impromptu rendition of a song made up onthe spot that went "fuck shit up, we're gonna fuck shit up, fuck shit up..." That was kind of fun, but it really wasn't a philosophy, more meant to indicate what was going to happen to your brain after shrooms and a 3ft bong hit than what was going to happen to each window in the lib/ed room under the wrong circumstances.

The slippery slope to the era described by Rick Hirsh began when Barrington Hall closed and most who needed the co-op relocated to Cloyne. It then began to attract the kind of person that Barrington once attracted, which I found to be a mixed blessing. I loved the creativity and edge and the weird hairstyles, I didn't like how overwhelmingly overpowering the edge was. A bit like adding to your spaghetti sauce twenty heads of garlic instead of twenty cloves (that actually happened in Cloyne's kitchen one time by a well-meaning noob cook). That was actually pretty tasty, but I wouldn't want to have it every day. Anyway, the unique character of the house, that which made it different from Loth or Chateu or CZ (ew) or Barrington got lost. It was a bit sad for me.

Incidentally, I was the maintenance manager during the building of the pad and enclosure and sound wall into which was put the hot tub. I only went into three times...once when it was first installed, once about a week later, and then which I got an infection from before the caretaker figured out that he needed to use 10x the amount of chlorine), and the last when a guy I disliked who had a girlfriend that was widely known to be mistreated asked me and my girl friend (plato style) to join him in a little menage a quattro. Blecch.

Anyway, one of these days, I'll scan some of the photos of building it and post them for posterity.

I've enjoyed reading your blog on Cloyne...