
A publicity stunt outside the Colonial Tavern on Yonge St. I would guess the early 1960's.

The mid 1970's.

The mid 70's.

The new facade in the 1980's.

A good shot of Yonge Street in the early 1980's showing the famous Colonial Tavern.

Demolished a short time later. The bank on the left was designed by
E.J. Lennox.The bank still stands.


A Rush handbill.

A Toronto Star ad.
In the mid to late sixties the Colonial was the place to see great live Jazz along with the Town Tavern shown elsewhere on your blog. I can remember sitting in these bars nursing a single bottle of Labatts as it was all I could afford,(did I really drink that rubbish?)and seeing Roland Kirk,Dizzy,Art Blakey and...the list goes on.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up in Soho I knew all that scene, but coming here and seeing my Jazz heroes live is something I'll never forget.
I remember seeing the Viletones and Teenage Head play at the Colonial in the basement during punk in the mid to late '70s. I remembering ordering trays of draft beer in glasses. They let us order enough to fill the tops of the tiny round tables. I remember the crunch of broken glass beneath my tiny feet.
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