Thursday, October 26, 2006

NUVO Best Of Indy. Uh...What?

Two categories - Best Dive Bar and Best Jukebox - both were conspicuously lacking The Chatterbox among their top three. I am horrified. Patently, positively horrified. I know of no better place in this whole existence-forsaken city where one can go to have one's soul enriched such as it enriched by spending some time at The Chatterbox, whether you like jazz or not. If you do not, or would prefer not to hear music during the enrichment of your soul - and it is not always necessary to have music being played in the background in order to conduct the enrichment of one's soul - then go after midnight. Go before midnight for some lovely jazz.

As for the jukebox,'ve got "Like A Rolling Stone," "Paint It Black," Joplin, The Doors, Buffett (no kidding), "Suspicious Minds." Unfortunately, those are the only ones that come to mind at the moment - I have just lately been back to The Chatterbox a couple of times in the last month after not having been in far too long. I don't go out for cocktails all that often, and the people I used to go out with are both conservative, non-hippie types who just don't get the vibe coming out of The Chatterbox.

Once upon a time, the occasional conga line would break out, and you would see people dancing a line around the bar, in time to whatever was on the juke at that moment. It also used to be that you could see one of the bartenders wistfully singing along to "Like A Rolling Stone" while she smoked a cigarette and watched the tables from behind the bar. Those, indeed, were the days.

"Why don't you meet me at midnight, babe...inside the sad café?"

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