Years ago I used to go to a bar near the beach for happy hour. Pitchers were half off, at the time a pitcher of Bud was something like $2.50. I only went to that bar for happy hour. I was a bargain hunter. After going there for a while they got a CD jukebox. The first one I'd ever seen. It was a crazy advancement. The thing would have the full album CDs so for the first time you could hear a deep track on a jukebox. In a bar. Loud. Granted most of it was classic rock. The price you pay for cheap beer.
One time I was in there and the bar was more crowded than usual. Everybody was shout-talking in a battle with the jukebox. That being the case, you could here snippets of conversations a few people away. The loudest, most dominant conversations were of the bickering, agitated chest beating, tough guy routine type. Everybody yapping their early buzz ass off. It was a total cacophony,I decided to add to it.
I had earlier taken a look-see at the jukebox. There it was. The white album. You know it. The double LP by that hairy bunch above. I filed that away, that it was there in case I wanted to hear something from it later. It wasn't much later when, annoyed at the congress of loud talkers, I put on the song that was the way-the-fuck-out-there deep cut of the album. Eight minutes of weird shit. Talk about adding to the cacophony. A couple minutes into it two fights broke out. I left and went home for dinner before going back out to my non-happy hour bar which was way happier.
Sunshine Company Happy Hour Fight Song [sic] mp3 at Internet Archive
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Years ago, as a musician occasionally in bar bands, I decided I wouldn't go to bars anymore, unless I was getting paid to do it and they were giving me beer.
I can picture this like a scene from a movie. I love it.
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