This story was originally published in the Oct. 31, 1991 edition of the Lewiston Morning Tribune.
By DALE GRUMMERT OF THE TRIBUNE
Consider the migratory patterns of your average pop-cultural fashion trend. Lets say it springs into being at a nightclub in London, then sails the Atlantic and spends the night in the East Village. It catches a non-stop flight for Los Angeles, cruises Hollywood Boulevard, then takes a joy ride on Interstate 5.
The general movement is westerly.
By the time it reaches Idaho red-eyed, weather-beaten, hitchhiking on the back of a logging truck its already considered passe in the capitals it left behind. Idaho, for its part, is indifferent anyway.
So how odd it seemed, this claim that a Lewiston lumber salesman was making in March 1967. His name was Pat Patoray and for five years he had been moonlighting as the owner-manager of a teenage dance hall at 848 Main St. called Caseys Ballroom. For several weeks he had been remodeling Caseys in a psychedelic theme borrowed directly from the burgeoning counterculture in San Francisco. Now his advertisements claimed that Caseys had the only regular, major psychedelic light show between Chicago and San Francisco.
Theres no telling how long the claim was valid. Surely by the end of the year nightclubs with light shows were popping up from coast to coast. Yet its fair to say that, for a few months or so, kids in Lewiston were tripping like no other small-town kids in America were tripping. At least in the non-narcotic sense.
This wasnt entirely out of the blue. Since 1962 Patoray had been doing his best to redraw the rock n roll map to include Lewiston. In the early 1970s he moved to Gresham, Ore., and since then no one has come close probably no one has tried to duplicate his success in importing to Lewiston musical acts of national scope: Roy Orbison, Paul Revere and the Raiders, the Ventures, Moby Grape, Blue Cheer, a group called Sparrow that later became Steppenwolf.
The peak moment came on May 18, 1968, when some 2,200 people filed up the stairway to Caseys to watch the Yardbirds, who if not the most popular rock band of the 1960s were certainly one of the hippest. By that time Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck had left the group, but the lineup still included a wan, disheveled guitarist named Jimmy Page.
When old Caseys stories are bandied about, this is the fact that most astonishes listeners of a certain ilk, aged 14 to 40: the fact that Jimmy Page the demigod of histrionic guitarists, whose subsequent fame as a member of Led Zeppelin in the 70s carried an intrigue, an underexposure, that is perhaps impossible in the MTV age once played in Lewiston. And they want to know: What do you suppose he did while he was here? Did he eat an Effie Burger? Did he sit on the banks of the Clearwater River and ponder the charms of the pastoral life? Did he stand at the foot of those wide, magnificent steps off Fifth Street, stoned out of his gourd, and gasp, My God, its a Stairway to Heaven!?
Patoray, a former test pilot originally from Youngstown, Ohio, entered the entertainment business in the late 1950s when he opened a nightclub called Caseys Corral in New Meadows, Idaho. It was named after his 3-year-old son Casey, now a lumber manager at Grangeville. Even this early Caseys drew musical acts destined for stardom, most significantly Paul Revere and the Raiders, the Northwest band that would hit it big seven years later.
At the turn of the decade, Patoray took a lumber job in Lewiston and began hunting for a spot for a new dance hall. He visited a place downtown called the old Metronome Ballroom, a dilapidated former nightspot whose storied tradition dated back decades. It had been closed for at least 15 years, and the floor was covered with plaster.
Still, it was perfect. Contractors hauled away perhaps 10 dumptruck loads of debris, installed acoustical tile and prepared a dance floor measuring about 60 by 100 feet. The new Caseys opened Oct. 5, 1962, billing itself as a teenage club; the music was live, the drinks nonalcoholic. The first band to play there was a Boise group called Dick Cates and the Chessmen.
By the end of the month, students at Lewiston High School were intent on holding their Homecoming dance at Caseys. They did so, over the protest of school officials, and the publicity was a boon. Initially the club was open two nights a week, but Patoray soon switched to Saturday-only dances to keep the novelty fresh.
His timing was ideal. In the early 60s the Pacific Northwest was a national focal point for the instrumental guitar rock that later evolved into surf rock. The most influential band of the genre was a Seattle quartet, the Ventures, whose two key members, Bob Bogle and Don Wilson, had lived briefly in Pullman. Their Walk Dont Run reached No. 2 on the charts in 1960, and they appeared at Caseys on April 20, 1963, a year in which they would produce four hits.
Several other Northwest bands the Wailers, the Sonics, the Kingsmen, the Viceroys played a similar but more raucous brand of rudimentary rock and collectively turned Louie Louie into a regional theme song. Caseys became a regular stop for them. The Wailers, whose Tall Cool One was No. 36 nationally in 1959, played in Lewiston every few months, drawing huge crowds. Buck Ormsby, the Wailers bass player, remembers Caseys as this almost isolated spot that would draw a lot of people, and you didnt know where they came from.
The town adored live music in those days; from the birth of rock to about 1964, virtually every major bar in Lewiston hired bands. Caseys thrived in this atmosphere.
It also benefited from Patorays symbiotic friendship with Paul Revere. Both Revere and bandmate Mark Lindsay hailed from southern Idaho, and the Raiders performed at Caseys three times in December 1962 and numerous times thereafter. Meanwhile, a number of acts touring under the aegis of television personality Dick Clark, including Shirley Ellis (The Name Game) and the Newbeats (Bread and Butter), performed at Caseys. When Clarks company began hunting in 1965 for a prototypically American band to anchor his TV show, Where the Action Is, Patoray (the story goes) recommended the Raiders, with their novel American Revolutionary War outfits. That was their big break; they scored three top 10 hits in the next two years. Soon Revere was saying Patoray was the first person ever to pay him $1,000 for a gig.
The psychedelic period notwithstanding, 1963 may have been the heyday of Caseys. Roy Orbison appeared there March 23, 1963, at the height of his pre-Traveling Wilburys popularity. Before the year was out, four of his records, including Mean Woman Blues/Blue Bayou (No. 5 on the charts), would reach the top 25.
On Aug. 10 came the Champs, who had scored a No. 1 hit in 1958 with Tequila and whose lineup included Jim Seals and Dash Crofts. The Surfaris, whose Wipe Out hit No. 2 in 63, appeared Aug. 24. In the same vein of instrumental rock, the Marketts, a San Diego band known for the 63 hit Out of Limits, played Caseys on April 11, 1964, and Lonnie Mack (Memphis, No. 5) performed Dec. 11, 1964. The Liverpool Five, a Seattle-based Beatles facsimile from Britain, appeared several times.
The clientele wasnt entirely teenage. College students from Pullman and Moscow began spending Saturday nights in Lewiston. Members of the Lewis-Clark Broncs minor-league baseball team, Rick Monday in particular, were regular patrons; they would moan to Patoray at the door, Do we have to pay? and the owner would wave them through.
The club was also developing a reputation among musicians. A group called the Cascades drove all night from North Dakota to make a Caseys date in the summer of 1963. And, of course, the vast majority of bands were struggling groups from Spokane and elsewhere, looking for exposure. It got so that bands were coming here for practically nothing, just for the chance to play at Caseys, says Mike Lucas, who at the time was a disc jockey for KRLC and a drummer for a local band called the Van Gs.
They knew Patoray had connections on the circuit. If you played it straight with him, and if you were good, and if people jumped up and down, hed pass the word on down the line.
Other acts during the early years of the club included Bobby Goldsboro; Dick and Deedee; Bobby Freeman, who had done the original version of Do You Wanna Dance; Buddy Knox (Party Doll); and the Coasters, probably the most popular black rock band of the 50s.
After one early show by a singer who had recently scored a national hit, the young performer asked Patoray to pay him his $200 fee entirely in $1 bills. Patoray did so, and while the crowd was leaving Caseys the singer walked downstairs to the sidewalk and cried Look how much money I made money, money, money! He tossed his earnings into the air, prompting a mad scramble.
Patoray asked him, What did you do that for?
So people would remember me, he said.
It apparently didnt work. Patoray cant recall his name. Donny somebody, he says. In some ways, Caseys brought a tiny essence of the 60s the pop trends, the individual expression, the racial confrontations to a community that might otherwise have gone straight from rockabilly to Elton John. It became a scene of clashing values. In the middle of the decade, the Job Corps, the federal job-training program, opened two centers in north central Idaho, one at Cottonwood and one near Lowell. Every Saturday night, two busloads of corpsmen aged 16 to 21, chiefly troubled urban blacks, would arrive at Caseys for a night of entertainment. Until then, the dance hall had been the province of white, middle-class kids with little conception of racial politics.
There was immediate tension. Parents of Caseys clientele were offended by the corpsmens suggestive alligator dances. Patoray himself was offended by their profanity.
One of the security guards during this period as if to add to the subsequent mystique of Caseys was Ray McDonald, the All-American running back for the University of Idaho who later played for the Washington Redskins and then disappeared from public view, at least in Idaho, for two decades. One of his tasks, which he reportedly carried out in no gentle manner, was to keep the more exuberant corpsmen in line.
One night in October 1966, an argument broke out. Patoray says it was the usual disagreement: A corpsman had asked a white girl to dance, and she declined. Either the boy took this as a racial snub or the girls boyfriend felt the need to step in. Tempers flared. Several corpsmen were escorted outside, but 40 or 50 refused to leave. They demanded their money back and Patoray refused, fearing a mad rush for the cash box. A melee mostly shoving, yelling, kicking ensued in the hallway; police arrived and the fighting continued. Eventually every available city, county and state officer had arrived. Twelve people were arrested, including six members of the corps, and two people were treated for minor injuries.
If that incident wasnt the catalyst for the transformation Caseys was to undergo in 1967, maybe it was a bar in North Lewiston, the Blue Hare, which earlier in October had relinquished its liquor license and reopened as a teenage nightclub. The competition nearly ruined Caseys.
It was time for a change.
By 1966, Patoray had developed musical connections with San Francisco. Sir Douglas Quintet, a Texas band that had moved to the Bay Area and reached No. 31 with Shes About a Mover, showed up at Caseys on June 11, 1966. Also during this period came Sparrow, a blues-based Toronto band that would move to San Francisco and change its name to Steppenwolf.
At some point, Patoray, now about 36, paid a visit to Seattle, whose counterculture was only a step behind San Franciscos. At the University of Washington he witnessed his first psychedelic light show, and was amazed.
So in early 1967, when he attended a lumber convention in San Francisco, he explored the ground from where this art form had sprung. By this time, young idealists were descending upon San Franciscos Haight-Ashbury neighborhood from all over the country, preparing for the Summer of Love and developing through their music, their art, their use of hallucinogens a unique psychedelic mode of expression.
Patoray visited the famed Fillmore Auditorium, a huge second-story dance hall that in some ways resembled Caseys. He met Bill Graham, the rock impresario who owned the Fillmore, and learned from him the tricks of the light-show trade. He met Joan Baez and other musicians. He bought as much light-show equipment as he could.
When he returned to Lewiston, the remodeling began. He hired a Lewiston artist, Bill Weir, who turned out to have a flair for black-light paintings and other psychedelia. Patoray painted the ceilings black, covered the walls with black cloth and hung Weirs artwork, which eventually included a large velvet rendering of the Beatles in Sgt. Pepper regalia. Patoray brought in five 16-millimeter projectors and about 25 slide projectors; in the coming years he would make perhaps 20,000 slides. He hired an engineer at OHare Airport to construct three large strobes of the type used for aircraft landings.
When Caseys reopened March 31 and April 1, 1967, with a Seattle band called Canterbury Tales, the place was hardly recognizable. Patoray employed the light-show techniques he had learned at the Fillmore. He poured mineral oil and food coloring into glass dishes with slightly raised edges the cases of large clocks, for example and, using an overhead projector, covered the walls with swirls of radiant, kaleidoscopic designs. He would supplement the show with slide projections of everything imaginable musicians, landscapes, family vacations or perhaps a movie or newsreel running backwards. Meanwhile, the strobes splashed the dancers with staccato light.
Again, there was a time lapse while the community assimilated this latest development of the 60s. Some people didnt quite understand. Dont drink beer and look at the strobe, was a common warning. Itll make you sick.
Yet the teenagers quickly embraced psychedelia. They eventually ran the light show themselves and immediately provided Patoray with a stream of weekly posters with suitably abstract lettering often creative, sometimes truly unreadable and slogans reflecting the times: Electric music for the mind and body ... Surrealistic therapy in strobe and color.
At the time of the reopening, Patoray claimed that only five other cities in the country were putting on light shows of similar scale on a regular basis: New York, Chicago, New Orleans, San Francisco and Austin, Texas. By all accounts, that was true. In September 1967, a San Francisco group opened a psychedelic dance hall in Denver, but it bombed.
So why would a town the size of Lewiston be at the vanguard of such a thing? Certainly the Caseys crowd borrowed from San Francisco only the aesthetic tenets of the counterculture, and perhaps a bit of the idealism. Very little of the politics. Probably the only common vibration between Lewiston and Haight-Ashbury, excepting a lumber executive with a fondness for black light, was the Idaho towns proximity to the Nez Perce Indian Reservation: Chief Joseph of the Nez Perces was a hero to certain leaders of the counterculture.
One explanation for this second phase of Caseys success lies in the fact that the light-show fad indeed began in San Francisco, not London or New York. Actually, it was introduced in 1952 as a serious art form, accompanied by jazz or classical music rather than rock. It was well-known in the Bay Area but nowhere else. When it transformed into a pop trend 13 years later, it couldnt follow the usual westerly migration. It dispersed slowly, randomly. Lewiston was as good a stopover as any. For one thing, acquiring a dance permit in some cities was a strangely difficult process; Patoray had no problem in Lewiston.
It also helped that Patoray, despite his conventional background, was enamored of the visual aspects of the psychedelic revolution. He was convinced that the light shows atmosphere of disorientation had a calming effect.
With the first session, from 62 to 66, when we started getting older kids 21, 22 we were pretty well-policed, he says. I always had two hired deputies with me; we watched for drinking quite a bit. Beer and a tough teenage kid is dynamite. You cant control them. We didnt have big trouble, but near the end (1966) people were drifting between the Blue Hare and Caseys, and theyd been drinking.
When this psychedelic thing came in, we could have gone on for four or five years and never hired a cop there at all. There was never a sign of trouble the love generation and all that. It was just a different attitude.
Meanwhile, his Bay Area connections spawned fresh musical acts for Caseys. Two of his biggest catches were Moby Grape, a seminal San Francisco psychedelic band whose first album had reached No. 24 on the charts, and Blue Cheer, a noisy precursor to heavy metal that scored big in 1968 with a remake of Summertime Blues. Two eras of Caseys were united on Dec. 30-31, 1967, when the Wailers played with the San Francisco acid-rock band West Coast Natural Gas. Prominent Northwest acts like Merrilee Rush (Angel of the Morning) and the Bards (Never Too Much Love) performed several times.
But none of these bands prepared the Lewiston rock n roller for the Yardbirds and Jimmy Page. It seemed something of a revelation when this anemic-looking guitarist ran his guitar strings over the top of his microphone stand or hoisted the instrument over his head. It blew peoples minds, one Caseys regular says. Page was obviously onto something.
As it turned out, the Lewiston gig was one of the Yardbirds swan songs. The band broke up two months later.
By 1969, the Haight-Ashbury scene had disintegrated. Some of its residents had moved to the country; some had become heroin addicts; some perhaps had been sent reeling by their own vision. Or, to paraphrase a lyric by the Electric Prunes, a band that had booked and later canceled a show at Caseys, the counterculture had perhaps had too much to dream last night.
On Oct. 5, the Lewiston Tribune ran an Associated Press record review that declared in the lead, Psychedelic music is dead. Elsewhere was a report that the daughter of television personality Art Linkletter had plunged to her death on a bad LSD trip the previous night in Hollywood.
In Lewiston on the same night, a 16-year-old girl had overdosed on LSD and passed out in a rest room at Caseys. She had been taken to a hospital, her condition declared critical, and had been treated for drug-induced paralysis of the lungs. Her condition quickly improved, and she was released two days later.
On the same day, a Pentecostal minister, Raymond Tucker of Lewiston, initiated a petition drive to close any Lewiston establishment where illegal drugs were sold or where persons under the influence of drugs congregate. Five days later, a petition bearing 1,317 signatures was presented to the Lewiston City Council, requesting that Caseys be closed and sparking an emotion-charged public discussion. In certain quarters, the club had developed a dark reputation.
Patoray issued a statement saying, Lets close Caseys and the drug problem is solved. But if its still prevalent, then lets close ... the A&W, the drive-in theaters, the football field, the basketball courts.
The council apparently agreed that the site of the overdose was incidental, and nothing ever came of the petition.
For the most part, authorities seemed to view Caseys as a healthy outlet. Patoray was image-conscious; after dances he scoured the parking lot of the bank across the street, gathering his customers debris. For security guards he hired off-duty police officers, and at least one of them, Ralph Russell, was extremely well-liked by the clientele. When Russell was slain by gunfire in the line of police duty in June 1970 (in an alley across the street from Caseys), teenagers spearheaded money-raising efforts for his wife and children.
After the Yardbirds show, the big-name musical acts were big in name only late versions of bands that included only obscure members of the original lineup. On the night of the overdose, the advertised band, cryptically, was the Zombies, who had supposedly broken up a year before. The version of Buffalo Springfield the name was apparently removed from the Caseys ad at some point that appeared in 1969 included neither Neil Young nor Stephen Stills. Some incarnation of the Animals showed up in 1970.
Meanwhile, Tucker was undiscouraged by the failure of the petition drive. He began pointing out fire hazards at Caseys, and to this day he believes he contributed to the closure of the club. At any rate, Patoray made several fire-code improvements and kept the club going on a spotty basis. Lewiston High students continued to view Caseys as a part of their turf; the Class of 73, for example, held its 10-year reunion there, and the Class of 71 tried unsuccessfully to stage its 20-year reunion there this year.
Still, crowds had been dwindling since 69.
The biggest blow, says Patoray, came in July 1972 when the Idaho drinking age was lowered from 21 to 19. Now 16- and 17-year-olds who formerly patronized Caseys could bluff their way into the bars with fake identification. In 1970 Patorays lumber career had taken him to Grangeville, and by 73 Caseys was open only a few times a year. Patoray moved to the Portland area in 1974 and gave up the lease on Caseys shortly thereafter. Since then, he has concentrated on the lumber business.
His success in the entertainment field, it now seems, was at once heightened and limited by his insistence to remain on the fringe of it. His initial vision to bring big-name acts to a teenage club in a scantily populated area was probably imprudent; he says he lost $1,000 on the Yardbirds. Still, he pursued the vision with enough financial acumen, enough empathy with youth culture, to make it work for a decade. He essentially plugged into two underground movements: the raunchy Northwest rock scene of the otherwise placid early 60s, then the Haight-Ashbury counterculture. When he ran out of movements, Caseys lost its energy source.
I was very dedicated to the lumber business, says Patoray, now 61, a plain-spoken man of a sometimes philosophical bent. I was a good sales manager. But Saturday was a different day. Saturday was my day off, and it was all entertainment.
I dont know how many times I was approached to put liquor in there. I know liquor would have made me a millionaire. But that wasnt my kind of life. There are so many hurts in the world. Everywhere you turn, you see hurts. Where do you ever see them more than in a bar? .... some guy blowing his money, the family going hungry?
I just liked doing it for the kids. I just liked to see the kids walk out the door and say, Good band, good show, nice place. Thats all I wanted. I never made any money. When it was all said and done, I probably traded dollars.
Except for occasional dances in the late 70s and an ill-fated attempt to turn the ballroom into a disco, 848 Main St. has been dormant for 16 years. On the outside of the building, the painted lettering from the psychedelic period has worn away, leaving the distinctly early-60s imperative, Twist n rock. Also gone are the two plywood dancing girls who used to grace the overhanging Caseys sign. Yet the sign itself, obscured by birch trees, hangs there still, as if to prove the whole thing wasnt a dream. Grummert can be reached at (208) 848-2290 or by email at daleg@lmtribune.com