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Built during Buffalo’s Golden Age—the era when Mark Twain, Grover
Cleveland, and Frederick Law Olmsted were all making their mark on the
city—Babeville is located at the crossroads of three National and Local
Historic Districts. Boasting one of downtown’s most recognizable
steeples, a magnificent exterior of Medina sandstone, and a roof of
Vermont slate, it is the last known surviving example of the work of
architect John Selkirk.
Babeville is in fact two buildings: the sanctuary, which faces Delaware
Avenue, and the parish house, which faces Tupper. Viewed from outside,
they appear to be a single entity—which is not a bad metaphor for the
way that Babeville brings together past and future, art and commerce,
private and public funding.
Transforming a 19th century house of worship into a 21st century
multi-purpose venue was fraught with complications, as you might
imagine. But many times the difficulties lead to innovative solutions;
take the state-of-the-art geothermal heating system, for instance, which
employs wells 300 feet below the surface of the earth to heat and cool
the building with minimal reliance on fossil fuels. It’s one of the
first such systems of its kind in the area.
Today, the building houses several separate entities, among them the
performance venue Asbury Hall (accommodating 300 in a banquet
configuration and up to 1,000 in a concert setting), the headquarters of
Righteous Babe Records, the gallery and screening room of Hallwalls
Contemporary Arts Center, and a small bar/lounge. Many events are
presented by Righteous Babe and/or Hallwalls, but the space is also
available for rental by outside groups and is flexible enough to be
transformed to meet almost any need. It’s a safe bet to say that
something—more likely several somethings—are always going on at Babeville.
While it’s taken years to get this far, there is still much more to be
done. Major construction may have drawn to a close, but the real story
is just beginning. As each successive phase of the project is completed,
exciting new possibilities will present themselves—because Babeville is
no longer simply a static reminder of Buffalo’s bygone glory, it’s a
promise of things to come.
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