You can be forgiven if the phrase “Wrigleyville reggae club” makes you think of stoned frat dudes doing that stupid bouncy-twirly toddler dance that frat dudes do when they get super high and start feeling “irie.” But the Wild Hare is actually a decent place, and over the past 25 years it’s been a valuable spot for reggae fans in Chicago—a city with a reputation for not being into reggae—even though as an institution its tastes are sometimes frustratingly orthodox for some of us.

So the e-mail I got announcing that the club would be closing May 15 is bum news, if not totally unexpected. Music clubs, like record shops, are being hammered by the bad economy with an assist from an increasingly corporatized business environment, and niche operations are often the first to fold.

The news isn’t totally bad, though: Chicago’s losing a major reggae hub, but Addis Ababa is getting a new one.