Friday, July 27, 2007
Bar Bands & the Trash Bar
We met our colleague outside. He came out because the band before him had extended their set, and to get some air. He said that the bar fries up tater tots as their complimentary bar food and it smelled like the cafeteria at work. (we are all teachers)
When the band that was on stumbled out, beers in hand we followed our friend's band inside. After setting up and playing a loud and decent set of just under an hour, and looking at the crowd, or lack thereof, I wondered how long can one be a bar band? What was in it besides the energy? The fanfare? The fact that for an hour or so you can do what you really want to do? Yes it is worth if for all of those reasons. And when the band is good, I mean really good, you feel like you are part of something good, something big, something worthwhile.
The bars are different, as are the bands. The experience is the same. Electric.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Old Songs And Faded Memories Renewed
Nicky, a friend of my mothers, used to babysit back then and he would bring me to the bar which was his second home, though he spent more time there than home. When I hear the song I am taken back to those times. Warm beer,cigarette smoke, sweat and desperation assault the olfactory. I can see the shuffleboard table next to the jukebox and some men playing pool all in leather jackets that seem to look plastic to me in my poloraid memory.
I can hear Freddy wailing as the bartender would let me draw on the backs of Reingold coasters as Nicky Babalooch (not sure the of the spelling but its the italian word for snail cause he was slow as shit) would fall deeper and deeper into a pool of his own drool as his stupor took hold.
The woman at the bar, at the end of the bar, who sat in the same seat night after night and would go home sometimes with a different man, would talk to me. I remember she had too much makeup on and look younger from my stool but when I got close could see she was even older than my mother was at the time. Delores was her name and I remember she told me once that if you drink too much your tonsils grow back.
I smiled and thought she was stupid. I eventually woke Nicky up and we played shuffle board. Every time I was at that bar it was the same thing, and that song must have been played a dozen times, every time.
"I'll be there before the next teardrops falls...." and even the verses that were sung in Spanish were as powerful now as they ever were and I can see why the song was played ad-nauseum, and while songs are truly the most powerful harbingers of memories
it seems that these are some that I shouldn't have. Or perhaps I should be thankful for them as any other.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Relationships Suck Shuffle
I am not perfect. Obviously. I am, though, honest with myself and people I meet with the intention of starting a relationship. I will always remember someone I had dated about ten years ago, she broke up with me on the phone and said "I thought I was ready for a relationship, I guess I was wrong." And the hits keep on coming.
Today in all honesty it was only the second date though I was informed that she thought she was ready to date again...catch a running theme here?
Just before her I was told that "I cannot remember a time when someone cared enough to play the music I liked and get me the wine I liked.....CAN WE JUST BE FREINDS...my ex came over last night" BLAH BLAH it seems more of the same.
But I am not bitter. I am a 100 percent self sufficient being. Though, I will admit sometimes it is nice to have a little human touch.
If it didnt suck.....
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Weddings, Being Single, And Stuff.
About 7 years ago. A big group of us was signaled out by the comedian, "Who here is single?" The only ones in the entire club who raised their hand was at our table. Our entire table. It was met with much laughter and sadness and some jokes from the stage that night. Now, all these years later, the same attendees, are still single. And well, as a departure for me, I don't really think it sucks. I am single again yes, but it was the best for me, and I know that out there will be someone I will fit better with. I know this. I also know this to be true of my fellow singles who shared the table with me, and the half table at the wedding.
Weddings offer the opening page of a new chapter that will no doubt have many volumes, but not only for the Bride and Groom, but for everyone in attendance sharing that splendid moment.