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"Love, Music, Wine, and Revolution.."

April 14th, 2005 (03:44 am)
current song: World Love

I Hate this little war that is raging....

All to end
one way or another.....

on the 7th of May.

I want things...........THE SAME.
I want to walk through the shapes
of my memories HERE.

Touch the stones, and have them feel me back.

I still blow a kiss, my genuflect, every time
I walk past the STILL burned out shell
of THE BLACK CAT on 6th Street.

The Flame Trick Subs...play BEERLAND now.

And it isn't the same.
IT's GOOD, yes...
But the ceiling used to fall apart a little
when they played THE BLACK CAT every Saturday night at Midnight.
You were always half afraid/delighted by the potential of it ALL just crashing
to the ground around You.

Peggy Suicide's stand-up Bass, thumping HARD.

The lights would hit the dust falling, like Hell's Snow...

There was no A/C or heat, and the bathrooms were...out back.
A chain holding the available TP outside the two barbaric stalls.
You rolled up your fist...and ventured in.

And read the walls.

I wonder how they even locked the thing at night...
it was such a creaking haunted house, open to the elements.

And if you are even THINKING IT..........
There was no insurance to be had
when it burned to the ground.

IT was a Holy place.
Supported after the death of it's owner, Paul, by Family--
and Family.

It's creaking dissolving frame brought to life each week....
by the music that rocked it's bones.

It was ALL AGES.

All Faces.
All Shapes.
All Kinds.
Every Ilk.

An old T-shirt read: I went to a Fight, And a Flame Trick Subs Show broke out!

True enough.
But always handled (nearly always) Well.


I was a girl alone there, often.
Hell breaking loose all around me.
But I was never afraid.

Strangers, in Ink armor and slick pompadours--
took care of the girls.

The Pit.
And the band.
And the House.


They weren't strangers for long.


*touches her stones, fondles them*

I Like My Bars Smokey And Dangerous.

That's why I go to them.

For the Laughter in the Face of Death.

For all the poison i inhale, swallow.........
and Fuck.

is what a BAR is FOR.


Posted by: Glenn (gev)
Posted at: April 14th, 2005 09:10 am (UTC)
cheers, baybee!

fuck all those do-gooders that think taking away the rights
of a business owner is a Good (AMERICAN) Thing to do.


Posted by: Zutroy (zutroy)
Posted at: April 14th, 2005 10:23 am (UTC)

I used to own that shirt. I gave it to a girl thinking I could just get another one...


I miss walking into the Black Cat. I miss coming back after four months in the Kuwaiti desert and Sasha not quite remembering who I was...but knowing without being told what I was drinking. I miss seeing the Subs there...the only time I've stood within arms length of the Pit in front of me and twirling swing dancers behind.

That was my first Bar.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: April 14th, 2005 10:36 am (UTC)
It Was SOMETHING.........
Catwoman 2


I....don't want to say WAS
about the rest of my Cathedrals.

I'm afraid of something nastier than any bar fight.


(and don't give cool T-shirts to girls...not even me.
they can rarely be replaced!!!)


Get your ASS back to TEXAS!
*swats it*

Posted by: Speed_Draven_X (sdx)
Posted at: April 14th, 2005 01:16 pm (UTC)
I stood and watched in disbelief....

I stood and stepped outside Platinum, a long night of work over,
catching a breath, when I heard and smelled something.

I ran down the street, to see 25+ foot flames springing from the top of it.
It seemed to have taken them forever to show up on station and get their hoses ready.

I never went in much, as I was always working, but it was definitely its own little place with atmosphere.

I get sad that Joe's Generic is no longer there too.
It was hard not to walk by that place, step in for a quick beer, and just enjoy the soulful and blue-sy music they were playing that night.

Posted by: Our Lady of Perpetual Meanderings (twistedcat)
Posted at: April 14th, 2005 08:15 pm (UTC)

this is an incredibly tough issue for me.

my political philosophy is that your right to swing your fist ends where my nose begins, and, therefore, it is not the swinging of the fist that should be legislated, but the contact of said fist with my nose.

but, honey, if that is what bars are for, where do people like me go to enjoy live music, to hang with their friends? i can only take so much crappy coffee house folk before i become homocidal, you know... but i can't be in the poison. bars aren't about that for me.

and i'm not the only one.

i hate that this is an issue that's getting legislated. i live in a state that has legislated the crap out of it. hell, i'm not a fan of more laws about anything...

but i also wonder if this isn't actually one of the areas where the fist is connecting with the nose...

although, honestly, i wish they'd legislate things like rental offices using too mush effing room deodorizer or scented candles or chemical-based potpourri, because that's what has had me laid up for the last 5 days.... it's easier for me to avoid bars than leasing offices...

and i get that bars are recreational. so therefore if it affects my health, i can just not go. at least, now that i'm not in the music industry anymore. but being in bars used to be a good chunk of my livelihood. and before that i coctailed, and being in bars was my livlihood.

and it makes me sad, to not be able to go see live music except at big theatre-type venues. 'cause you miss out on a lot of good music that way, and you always have less intimacy...

so yeah, this is a tough issue for me.


Posted by: sarahemily11 (sarahemily11)
Posted at: April 14th, 2005 10:37 pm (UTC)

man i miss the black cat too. i use to drive up to austin when i was in HIGH SCHOOL and go there. think that's the last time i saw the subs, or matt hole, or any of them. bittersweet. my jaw dropped when i saw the buned hole for the 1st time. like my best memories up in flames. sucks.

Posted by: Disophy (disophy1)
Posted at: April 14th, 2005 10:47 pm (UTC)
My nose.

I'd generally concur with twistedcat's Oliver Wendell Holmes reference and like twistedcat I'm not a fan of more laws about anything but since when does equality before the law equate with all things being equal for all people all the time in all situations. Do we have to return to private clubs in order for there to exist places for people who like smoke filled rooms or whatever? Where is the nose? The literal one is, well literally there and now here it is taking a swing at other's arm. What happens when virtue overextends its virtue enabling vice to extend its reach? What exactly is being achieved with this bandwagon trend of "clean air"? Can you legislate character or persona to people or place? I'm afraid this is legislation by perception more than by fact. Let them polute our drinking water, our foods and our planet but hey at least this room has filtered air.

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