"Nowadays I enjoy the sound of conversation," Green says from the quiet confines of his Osborne Village office. "I'm all rock-and-rolled out."
Green, together with his three brothers, has been at the helm of the Osborne Village Motor Inn -- home of the notorious live venue -- for almost three decades.
Headbangers need not fret: the Greens have no plans to go all James Blunt on their clientele any time soon.
Since being established by Oscar Grubert in the mid-1960s, the Osborne Village Motor Inn, 160 Osborne St., has hosted a Guess Who's who of rock heavyweights.
"Name a band that's come up through the Canadian music industry and chances are they've played here," Green says, adding that he feels more like a caretaker of history than a hotelier.
"I mean, everybody from Mick Jagger to Neil Young has walked through these doors. Ace Frehley? Hell, we couldn't get rid of him. He spent two weeks upstairs, hammered out of his mind."
(Quick history lesson: Grubert opened the hotel as the Champs Motor Inn. K-Tel magnate Phil Kives re-christened it the Plaza after taking over in the early '70s. Soon, customers began referring to the locale as the Plazoo, hence the beverage room's to-this-day tag.)
Green wasn't too concerned in 1978 when acquaintances told him he'd be foolish to purchase the 31-room inn.
"They said, 'It's too rough -- they'll kill you,'" Green says, acknowledging that the Zoo still carries a reputation as a biker bar.
"Well, I knew from rough already. My mother died when I was a kid, leaving my father -- a concentration camp survivor -- with five kids. My dad owned the Westbrook Inn, so we all grew up in the hotel business, the hard way."
Working side by side with his brothers all these years has proven to be a blessing, says Green, a kidney transplant recipient who logs two days a week at a dialysis clinic.
"I've done a lot of damage to my hands and feet -- I'm in constant pain -- but I've never had to worry about a paycheque. My brothers have always been there, running for me and protecting me. This place could burn to the ground and I wouldn't shed one tear. But family... that's really all you have."
Lately, the father of two has been considering his own brood in regards to changes he'd like to make at the Zoo. (Anyone who hasn't popped by lately will be pleased to know that the decor -- black walls coupled with cafeteria-style furniture -- remains intact.) "I want to make this a place where my wife and daughter will want to come with their friends for a salad and a glass of wine. So maybe I'll put in a few booths or something."
Green is also hoping to replace his cab stand with a 100-seat patio along Osborne Street, reminiscent of what arises on that spot every Canada Day. "And a merchandising store in the lobby, too; the sort of kiosk you see in all the Hard Rock Cafes," he says, mentioning that he ships T-shirts and jackets bearing the Zoo's Harley-like insignia around the world via his website. "So maybe I'll bring in a designer. But I have to be careful 'cause I don't want to drive anybody out -- I still want to do my headbanging music.
"On the plus side, most of the people who'd come here for a glass of wine will be home and in bed for two hours before my regular customers come out of their coffins."
The Osborne Village
Motor Inn's website
includes an A-Z archive of
everyone who has ever graced
The Zoo's storied stage.
Check that: until ZZ Top --
or better still, Zappacosta --
shows up, it will remain
an A-Y listing. Past
in alphabetical order -- include:
BLACK OAK ARKANSAS
CHOCOLATE BUNNIES FROM HELL
DOWNCHILD BLUES BAND
EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN
OF HUMAN BONDAGE
QUEEN CITY KIDS