You are the Bouncers, I am the Cooler

Tonight I discovered the joys of Turner Classic Movies. I watched most of “Witness for the Prosecution” (still on a Billy Wilder kick I guess) and it was great. Plus I dug up an interview with Gregory Peck that’s just beautiful. I need to go get “To Kill a Mockingbird” on DVD.

Last weekend I played a dive called Ultrashock in Levy with my friend Thelton’s band Jacobin Club. The band played from 11 p.m. to 4 a.m. I had to drink a tall cup of EZ Mart coffee to stay awake. Luckily I only played two of the four sets, since they just needed someone to fill in on the songs that required the extra guitar. Their main guitarist recently departed, leaving them only with Andy, who is a keyboardist first and a guitarist second. The venue was…downtrodden. I knew I was in for a fun night when I saw that the soundman had a handgun and Pantera CD on his deck. But it wasn’t as bad as, say, Patrick Swayze’s Road House. But then, what venue can ever aspire to that level of skank? I forget if it was Tom Servo or Crow who was so fond of the line “I’m gonna make you my main Saturday night thing,” but it was my Saturday and Friday night thing last weekend.

Free mix CD to the first person who can tell me to what “Jacobin Club” refers AND tell me the name of the titular road house in which Patrick Swayze was employed. Without looking it up on the Net.