The Lords Of The New Church

It’s like a scene from a Lisa Robinson rock novel, here at Swingo’s Hotel in downtown Cleveland. The lobby’s a baroque mishmash of fake 18th-century furniture and ultramodern light fixtures, an overachiever jumble of styles dedicated to some misguided notion of class. But authentic rockstar legends lie just beyond (mostly above) this glitzy lobby; Swingo’s has been the traditional stopping-place of all the Lisa R.-class biggies when they’ve played Cleveland. The Stones had a whole floor here, Led Zep topped old Rubberlips & Co. by wrecking their entire suite, etc. etc. Yeah, the ’70s and those pamperedsuperstar indulgences seem positively ancient here in the rock recession, don’t they? •