The Louie Files: Finding Pypo

There’s plenty to do at the Oregon coast, even during a rainy weekend. There’s bad cable television, waves to look at and listen to and rain showers to dodge when the time seems right for a walk on the beach. But I was on assignment. No, I hadn’t gone to Seaside, Oregon for the sole purpose of hunting down the remains of an old teen club but since I was in the area, the exact area, I knew I could make it part of my agenda. I was really in Seaside because my wife, Ronna, was attending a conference at the Convention Center. My real assignment was to monitor the dog and keep him from barking and waking everyone up at the hotel.

When Will Simmons from the Pittsburgh Orbit was preparing a post for this blog to celebrate the anniversary of the Kingsmen’s recording of “Louie Louie,” I read the story about the origins of the song and kept hearing about the Pypo Club in Seaside. I was in the right place to snap a few photos of the place that played a part in the song’s history. By now, hopefully, you’ve read Simmons’ “Louie Louie,” post. The Pypo Club was integral to the Kingsmen’s association with the song. It was at the club where the band kept seeing kids get up and dance to Rockin’ Robin Roberts’ version of “Louie Louie” every time it came on the jukebox. This inspired the band to perform it themselves. Obsessives like me find this moment of inspiration historical. It led to the Kingsmen recording “Louie Louie.” Historical events mean building preservation and plaques. I knew the club was on Broadway so after walking to the Convention Center the night we arrived I found the street which is the town’s main drag and headed towards the ocean. I expected to see the Pypo Club looking familiar like the old photo I’d seen but the darkness kept it hidden. That was okay since I had the next day to find it.

The Club keeps you young.

The following morning I did more research. I read the obituary of the man, Gil Tolan, who co-founded the club in 1961. The Pypo Club got a brief, one sentence mention. The gentleman had a full life so the obituary explored his many other accomplishments. Then I discovered that the first Pypo Club was torn down. This club had figured so prominently in rock history and yet I could find few specifics about it. Some Facebook mentions seemed concerned with casual reminiscences. Somewhere a comment explained the building’s demise.

A commenter tells the tale.

With all the development that had gone on in the last 50 years it made sense that a teen club would be inconsequencial. Right there at the point where the Pypo Club would have faced the ocean was a concrete bunker complete with a roundabout for auto traffic with a statue of Lewis and Clark in the middle. Underneath this were the public bathrooms. Additional research revealed the club had moved to a second location in a building that became an electrical business. That too was torn down to make room for a parking lot. I never determined when that happened. I was sitting in a hotel room like I’d been bowled over by a rouge wave. I had nothing to photograph. There was no way to capture the Pypo Club aspects of the “Louie Louie” story.

Possible Pypo Club site now bathrooms.

I thought I needed to go to the electrical business named Borland’s. They had moved into the second Pypo Club on A Street. That business then moved to G St. I’m not sure if I had a specific address other than the street name but I was thinking that the town was small enough that if I drove up and down G Street I’d see it. I imagined a back office with photos of old buildings and stories about rock and roll legends but I never saw the business. Surely the internet would have told me if the business was still around and if they had weekend hours, but I missed the part where the business was actually located in Gearhart. I regrouped because I knew I had spared someone, and myself, some awkward and over-caffeinated blubbering about being a blogger hot on the trail of a rock club who’s name I couldn’t even pronounce.

History is made here.

I remembered seeing a sign for a historical museum in the area and I headed back to find it. Walking in and seeing the sign for the 3 dollar entrance fee had me telling the man at the desk in the entrance way, “I don’t have any money but I’m trying to find information about the Pypo Club.” I still wasn’t sure how to pronounce it so I said it both ways, “Pee-po” and “Pie-po” to be safe. I explained that it was an old rock club where the Kingsmen and Paul Revere and the Raiders played. He said he hadn’t heard of it. I think I babbled a bit about what I knew about the buildings being torn down. I mentioned the ’62 riots which were associated with the Pypo Club. He seemed to know about that. Then he disappeared into the back and brought out an old phone book. I would have preferred he bring out an old timer they had stashed in the backroom with exstensive knowledge of the town’s early rock years. After going back a couple of times, he found a phone listing in the 1963 book. He had spent a few minutes looking the club up under the letter U. The photo I showed him had “Under 21 Club” on the awning.

The Louie Files: Finding Pypo 5

There’s that number, again!

I’ll admit it was a bit confusing but I realized Seaside had more history going on than what happened at the Pypo Club and there was a whole museum devoted to it. The volunteer was younger than me but I was still mystyfied. I mean the Kingsmen, “Louie Louie,” the germ of an idea had happened in Seaside. Why wasn’t it a bigger deal? Why didn’t everyone know? I took a photo of the listing in the old phone book, evidence that the place existed. I left wracking my brain about what else I could photograph, but forgot to take a picture of the museum. I made my way back to A Street and took pictures of the empty lots across from the Dairy Queen the man at the museum told me about.

Not in the area of the second Pypo Club.

The next morning I realized I could go back to the old address of the original club, 1 N. Broadway. Here’s where I remain confused. Either I saw the club listed at this address or wanted to think that the address still existed even though the club is long gone. Right there in the phone book it’s listed as 1 Broadway. The thing I got excited about was that with it’s black stripes the awning looked similar to the one in the old Pypo Club. Due to some early morning chaos, my first picture was crooked. When I went to take the picture the dog growled at a man who approached the store then turned away, while out front a woman was having her car towed which wasn’t going to make a nice wide shot. As I was packing up to check out of the hotel, I made plans for more photos. I needed the histroy museum and business at what I thought was the old address or at least a better awning shot. I was in need for a witness to this history but was in no mood to hang out at the local eatery, the Pig’n Pancake restaurant and badger random senior citizens with questions.

That old, familiar awning.

There I was scrambling around, carrying bags in the pouring rain, loading the dog in the car, going back to the room for the last load and dealing with a key card that stopped working. The museum was easy. It was all about waiting for the flag to unfurl just right, but even that ended up getting cropped from the photo. Getting back up Broadway at noon proved tougher than I realized. It’s a small area but traffic congestion combined with the longest red light I’d ever experienced was making me late. I still needed to pick my wife up from her conference. I drove past the market somehow related to the Pypo Club snapping photos and realizing that driving while photographing was probably just as dangerous as driving while texting as I then began to navigate the turn around. I took a deep breath slogged for another block back through traffic and realized that I, at least, had a few more options of photos to tell the story of the Pypo Club a place that’s gone but who’s spirit emanates from the sun, rain, wind blown sand and ocean spray of the resort town of Seaside, OR.

Next time: A visit to the “Louie, Louie” sculpture located in a Portland federal building.

18 thoughts on “The Louie Files: Finding Pypo

  1. Pittsburgh Orbit says:

    Pittsburgh Orbit has a planned Orbit Day Trip to Akron to bag all the relevant Devo sites, but sadly The Crypt–their version of the Pypo club–is now a parking lot too (I think). The World of Rubber Museum is also gone! Sigh.


  2. Roble Anderson says:

    In the mid sixths I went to the Pypo club that was located in what is now the parking lo of the Covention Center. It was very popular and very crowded. The last time I went to it was to see who was playing. I stopped in front of it in my car for about 20 seconds. A cop pulled me over and gave me a ticket for a strutting traffic. That was the last of me hanging out in Seaside.


  3. tod tolan says:

    I can help you both with the early history of the Pypo Club and with locating the area(s) of its original and subsequent locales. As a pre-teen I swept the stairs leading up to the original Pypo Club on the second floor of the Natatorium building. The “boys” ( Joe Camberg, Gil Tolan, and Steve Johnson) leased the abandoned ” American Legion facility. It was a perfect spot with a commanding view above the turnaround. Music was typically sourced by the jukebox but occasionally Paul Revere & Raiders, Kingsmen, Seattle’s Wailers, played to a packed house. Joe Camberg was the son of the legendary Oney Camberg. Oney figured importantly in the early days of the Club creation. Because Joe & Gil were minors (still in college) they enlisted the association of high school teacher Steve Johnson, who also was the varsity football coach @ Seaside High. Steve eventually became the primary owner after the club moved to the old Borland Electric building on second street (now a parking lot and public restroom).


    • davidc5033 says:

      Much appreciated. I had too much online info on the brain when I was walking and driving around Seaside in utter confusion. I don’t think I made it to the history museum on the day someone was there to set me straight.


      • davidc5033 says:

        Appreciate the info. I have to get a map out as I don’t know the area. Let’s get the historical society on this and maybe get a plaque at the original location. Ultimately I enjoyed my time in Seaside. I do wish I had ran into someone more knowledgeable at the History Musuem but they did the best they could.


  4. Eric Predoehl of says:

    Thank for the wonderful report about the infamous Pypo Club! As the guy behind the website and long-awaited documentary on that song, this is the type of reporting I fully appreciate. I’m hoping SOMEONE has some interior photos of the club so we could see what the inside of this place looked like!

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    • davidc5033 says:

      I found it all a bit bewildering but I have learned some of the history of that area. I know those interior photos are out there! They just may not be where you expect to find them. We appreciated all your feedback. I’ve got the riot interview on the way soon.


  5. Harry Beckwith says:

    Yes, the second iteration of the Pypo Clb–which proudly touted itself as “under 21 only, and on its business cards as the place “for fun, cool company, and a chance to dance,” was on Ocean Avenue, near midway between the sea wall and the main through street running north and south,

    The house band was Teddy and the Roughriders, featuring Mike Herron (I played against him in football) and Thomas Greenough, aka Tommy Rocker, who is the Seaside High Hall of Fame and now lives in Las Vegas where he owns and runs, and at which he still performs, now and then,, a dinner/gaming/night club named Tommy Rockers. Tom my older brother (Seaside class of ’62) became a world famous expert (University of Illinois) on the human brain. The club featured a black light that flattered us all, particularly if we wisely wore plenty of white, and excellent chocolate cokes.

    The club, in my several stops there, was as clean cut as Seaside, by all appearances, which is to say, very.

    Herron lives in Houston, at last look, and reportedly still performs religious-related music.

    Most young people living then would know how to pronounce Pypo (Pie Poe), a pypo board was a wooden saucer–think a small round surfboard without a skeg) that the user used to skim across the shore break. Hard as hell to perform, which may explain why that brief fad died.

    The club, and a character inspired by Mike Herron, figure in a small but meaningful role in a novel many think will be considered an American classic, likely to appear in early summer of 2020.


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