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By now, you've heard the horrible news: Little Brother's will close its doors for good at 1100 N. High St. on Tuesday, July 3.

Nothing to be done, save for attending some final shows. For schedule, click here.

Instead of writing one final music preview, we asked some longtime staff members of LB's and Stache's, owner Dan Dougan's previous club, to share some of their best memories. Track down the paper this week for some really great ones. Or click here.

Not every one could get in the paper, and Dougan and his wife are collecting others at lbstories@gmail.com. I've got some more after the jump.

Jason Brabbs photo

By now, you've heard the horrible news: Little Brother's will close its doors for good at 1100 N. High St. on Tuesday, July 3.

Nothing to be done, save for attending some final shows. For schedule, click here.

Instead of writing one final music preview, we asked some longtime staff members of LB's and Stache's, owner Dan Dougan's previous club, to share some of their best memories. Track down the paper this week for some really great ones. Or click here.

Not every one could get in the paper, and Dougan and his wife are collecting others at lbstories@gmail.com. I've got some more after the jump.

R.L. Burnside asked for whiskey at Little Brother's very first concert. When asked what kind, he said, “The drinking kind.”

The Flaming Lips brought their own generator to accommodate 50,000 winking Christmas lights, synchronized to the quadraphonic sound during their mid-90s show at Stache’s.

Chris Smither - melancholic, recovering alcoholic, brilliant guitar picker and songwriter - played Little Brother’s several weeks back. For the first time in eight years, the Short North arches were lit. He played a recently-penned tune called “Leave the Light On” at the end of the set, and I went out to look at the full moon, where I noticed that the arch directly in front of the bar had gone dark.

- Dan Dougan, owner

I remember dancing with Dan and an insanely fun crowd of lawyers, teachers, private investigators, artists, accountants, stay-at-home moms and off-duty musicians at shows like Boozoo Chavis, Southern Culture on the Skids, Dave Alvin or Brave Combo. I don’t remember the show, but I remember a man in chicken suit dancing with me. He later took off the mask and revealed himself to be John Petric.

Candye Kane came to town on my birthday for three years in a row, ringing in several of the years in my 20s by playing the piano with her breasts.

- Tracy Zollinger Turner, Dan Dougan's wife

I have too many memories of all the great shows to pick a favorite (although the highlights include the Jesus Lizard, the Blues Explosion, Mudhoney, Peaches, Archers of Loaf, Rocket from the Crypt).

My best memories will always be of the “family” and all the fun we had. Going to work with Dana Marshall was always a treat. He had the best ways to pass time on slow nights. Most people now know of the teleshot, but he also liked to play Black Jack for coffee. Losing hand had to do a shot of hot, black coffee. One night I was down on my luck and ended up losing about two pots. Not such a good feeling at 2 a.m. It’s been an amazing 14.5 years. I don’t know what I’m going to do without my second home.

- Tera Stockdale, bartender

Hanging out with Dan in the afternoon while he fielded a series of calls from bands that were unsigned but were “the next Nirvana.” Then he got a call and his response was “black people and accordions and white people and fiddles.” So I had to ask what question this was the answer to. He said, “What’s the difference between Zydeco and Cajun music?” All in a day’s work.

The super hot summer over 100-degree heatwave where we stood in the corner and dumped pitchers of beer on each other while watching Soul Asylum do their cover medleys.

Dan walking around with a cardboard sign saying “Don’t laugh, it’s paid for.”

- Maura, former Stache's regular