RIP – SAM CONTI


EXPIRED: 11/09/09 – Sam Conti, 65, sold rugs in New York and San Francisco. Afterwards, he’d go out to the clubs. I guess he figured being at the clubs was more fun than selling rugs, so he went into the nightclub business. Boy, did he ever go into the nightclub business.

Starting in ’73, he always had a club running in the Bay area. And they weren’t always the kinda places you’d want to be seen in. He was famous for his North Beach clubs that attracted tourists who wanted to see what San Francisco’s free love was all about (it wasn’t so free). These clubs – where scantily clad women stayed in booths while men “talked” to them – also attracted a lot of  attention from City Hall.

Conti’s lawyer – the future mayor of the city, Willie Brown – helped him get around red light laws that could have landed him in a lot of trouble.

In 1995, Conti took it up a notch and opened a more up-scale establishment, the Coconut Grove supper club. The Grove had palm trees and white leather banquettes and felt like a throwback to the opulent 1940’s. Tom Jones performed at the opening party and the place was packed. Tickets were $500 a head.  To say he had more success with his porn ventures would be putting it mildly. The Coconut Grove was closed less than 2 years later.

Yet, Conti kept clubs opened in the North Beach area, putting women on stage to dance rather than in booths. And when he was faced with early closing times, he came up with creative solutions. Conti became a minister in the Universal Life Church, allowing him to cite a local ordinance allowing religious organizations to stay open past 2 a.m. His clubs were now churches. His patrons, followers. Because of his ingenuity, San Francsico is now a destiantion synonymous with after hours dancing more so than the “free love” it once was. So in essence, Conti rewrote his own legacy.

Sam Conti loved San Fransisco. The very nature of his work meant that he gave a lot of young women their first jobs in that city. In fact, he did nore than discover young dancers. Conti also helped discover the recording artist Myra, who went on to make a gold record with Miracles Happen for Disney’s the Princess Diaries.

Whether you approved of the establishments he ran or not, he seemed to always pay his staff on time, treat his employees fairly and think about what was good for the city by the bay.

Some said he was older than 65, and what if he was? Conti lived for the day. Too bad for San Francisco that he won’t be there for anymore.

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10 responses to “RIP – SAM CONTI

  1. hey, fuck this guy. he lied to his grandchildren about setting up a trust so they could go to college, fucking lied to their face.
    his last words were “call Willie Brown”
    He let Willie tea bag him for decades. puss hound Willie and Fat Sam are the kind of guys who fucked up our economy.

    • ok, that was me then, i was wrong, but i was grieving in my own lonely way. I am man enough to admit I was wrong about that, kinda like the time I said Prince sucked live because he jacked up my YouTube main channel KARAOKE4LIFE. See kids, we karaoke singers are VERY passionate about our art form. In a way, you could hold me, and me alone responsible for Princes death, because after that he started doing the prescription Opiate thing to get the edge back in his live show, hey, we all do it, we all just don’t have access to unlimited capital the way he, or Michael Jackson (yesss FTW Prince, that is me dancing on your Grave by linking you to your H8ed ARCHRIVAL in death where is your WebSherriff nao biotch!!!!!!!111112

  2. To anonymous,
    I am a grandchild of sam Clinton’s. Just interested in how you know there is no trust, but more interested in how you know what his last words were. You probably won’t reply to this but it would be nice if you could indulge me with details

    • listen GAIFAG, I WAS IN THE FUCKING ROOM WITH THOSE LOOOSERS AFTER HE DIED, MY LOVELY AUNT MARIE CALLED ME AT WORK, GUESS SHE WANTED ME TO FEEL THEIR PAIN, I DIDN’T BKUZ MEN AREN’T SUPPOSED TO “feel” ANYTHING FTFINGW AND BE AN HERO NAOOO, DO NOT STOP, PASS GO, OR COLLECT $200, I WOULD TELL YOUR DUMB ASS TO LURKMOAR, BUT YOU PROBABLY OUTGREW ED YEARS AGO, LIEK ME. B4 U DO THAT STFU AND CLOSE ALL YOUR ACCOUNTS, INCLUDING YOUR SOCK PUPPETS, EXCEPT FOR\ratemypoodotcom, where you post daily doo doo ball updates.

  3. When i was young growing up in vegas he pissed me off now im approaching my late 30`s hes dead my mothers dead and when i talked to my half bro sam he. Was ok thanks for trying to reach out to my sis d for me im 6`3 230 lbs he left me the best gift good genes.,…he told me A saying a grown man makes his own way ….it made me who i am today

    • hey, invitation to come visit is still open, i just want to see the guy who got the old mold inked on him. if you rilly are from Vegas, and rilly are my bro MAKE YOURSELF USEFULL AND BRING SOME COKE WITH YOU2

      • Sam Conti, Sr. Was my boss 1985-87 when he and his partner Walter Pastore (they’re both Italians) owned and controlled 8 nightclubs on Broadway, the strip of San Francisco.

        Yeah, they treated their staff fair enough with then minimum wage of $2.85/hr while my tip ran about $80-130/night, 6nights a week, all clubs were closed on Mondays. I was their “go 2 man”.

        It was fun working there each night where the Palladium disco was the “in” place. Mondo, a good-looking then 30yo 6’3 tall Spanish dude was the Manager (he got promoted from being a S. Guard) and girls swarmed to him, he fvcked anybody he liked then recruited them as nude dancers for Big Al’s, Roaring20s, Casbah, Garden of Eden, etc that S & W owned but co-competed against each clubs to lure the same patrons to squander money while buying “near beer” that 18yo kids thought were real beer. Even sailors who were in town got fooled psychologically and acted as if drunk.

        El Matador bar (owned by them too as S.A.W. Enterprises) whose Security Guard was Orlando, a burly huge 6’8 black guy was there nightly. He appeared like a fatzo gorilla and acted scary to kids but he was really a nice and funny childish dude.

        Claudia, a horny blonde swedish girl was the bartender. She was fvcked by almost everybody whom she liked specially by Ron, a Filipino FOB who was the 8club’s doorman. Kids and bums were scared of Ron coz they thought he’s a Mexican illegal whose life was a giveaway.

        EM was the only real bar that served booze. Life was fun during those days. Weekends were crazy. A few fights occured every now and then.

        Eventually S & W had a falling out and split in late 86 or early 1987? Sam ended up selling his shares, he bought a Rolls Royce and opened a new club also along Broadway strip right by the corner street after the Mexican taco place and almost in front of the tattoo parlor.

        I won’t forget those pretty dancers specially Sheena, Janine Gomez, Lacy, and other ex-GFs of Mondo as well as other cute girl/dancers that I didn’t know were his GF/recruits too…yeah, Mondo was a pimp in disguise.

        Meantime, bartenders Nathalie, Marci and a few dancers were Sam Conti’s girls too, they bickered and fought behind their back, arguing who’s gonna sleep with Sam. No wonder he loved the club biz. Walter was kinda straight coz he had a cute blonde GF 20yrs younger (Colleen?) whom he eventually married.

        I wonder where the rest of the staffers now (Debbie, Rosita, Theresa, all as bartenders, although those names were just alias). Hopefully we’d have a reunion although I’m sure some of the dancers are probly dead by now either coz of drugs or suicide? Whoever still alive that reads this can email me to touch-base, Fbookee@gmail.

        Oh well, those were the days, life goes on…

  4. Sam Conti, Sr. Was my boss 1985-87 when he and his partner Walter Pastore (they’re both Italians) owned and controlled 8 nightclubs on Broadway, the strip of San Francisco.

    Yeah, they treated their staff fair enough with then minimum wage of $2.85/hr while my tip ran about $80-130/night, 6nights a week, all clubs were closed on Mondays. I was their “go 2 man”.

    It was fun working there each night where the Palladium disco was the “in” place. Mondo, a good-looking then 30yo 6’3 tall Spanish dude was the Manager (he got promoted from being a S. Guard) and girls swarmed to him, he fvcked anybody he liked then recruited them as nude dancers for Big Al’s, Roaring20s, Casbah, Garden of Eden, etc that S & W owned but co-competed against each clubs to lure the same patrons to squander money while buying “near beer” that 18yo kids thought were real beer. Even sailors who were in town got fooled psychologically and acted as if drunk.

    El Matador bar (owned by them too as S.A.W. Enterprises) whose Security Guard was Orlando, a burly huge 6’8 black guy was there nightly. He appeared like a fatzo gorilla and acted scary to kids but he was really a nice and funny childish dude.

    Claudia, a horny blonde swedish girl was the bartender. She was fvcked by almost everybody whom she liked specially by Ron, a Filipino FOB who was the 8club’s doorman. Kids and bums were scared of Ron coz they thought he’s a Mexican illegal whose life was a giveaway.

    EM was the only real bar that served booze. Life was fun during those days. Weekends were crazy. A few fights occured every now and then.

    Eventually S & W had a falling out and split in late 86 or early 1987? Sam ended up selling his shares, he bought a Rolls Royce and opened a new club also along Broadway strip right by the corner street after the Mexican taco place and almost in front of the tattoo parlor.

    I won’t forget those pretty dancers specially Sheena, Janine Gomez, Lacy, and other ex-GFs of Mondo as well as other cute girl/dancers that I didn’t know were his GF/recruits too…yeah, Mondo was a pimp in disguise.

    Meantime, bartenders Nathalie, Marci and a few dancers were Sam Conti’s girls too, they bickered and fought behind their back, arguing who’s gonna sleep with Sam. No wonder he loved the club biz. Walter was kinda straight coz he had a cute blonde GF 20yrs younger (Colleen?) whom he eventually married.

    I wonder where the rest of the staffers now (Debbie, Rosita, Theresa, all as bartenders, although those names were just alias). Hopefully we’d have a reunion although I’m sure some of the dancers are probly dead by now either coz of drugs or suicide? Whoever still alive that reads this can email me to touch-base, Fbookee@gmail.

    Oh well, those were the days, life goes on…

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