CBGB = semi-enclosed sewer that exploited its association with a few famous bands and impressed the desperate-for-mythology music press. In reality, it would let anyone with two tin cans and a string to play a show. Most nights were triple bills of horrible amateurish noise (and I'm not talking about Ramones-type amateurs, I'm talking about truly inept 'musicians') as bands from the hinterland came to kiss the ring and put CBGB on their resume.
All of the now-wealthy CBGB alums apparently couldn't be bothered to bail out the club financially and the owner also appears to have frittered his cash away.
Oh I agree that the place is trading on a name and a reputation that more often than not was for days that passed by decades ago.
Rather than treking to Las Cbgbs, people should scout out THAT bar in their own town and see the local Ramones, Talking Heads, that Blondie girl who hangs out there even on the nights she isn't playing...