Monday, March 16, 2009
So on Saturday night, G$ met up with some friends at The Big Bang downtown. It's a new dueling pianos bar that is right across the street from Nationwide Arena. It is fucking awesome. Damman and I have been to the same bar when we were in Nashville last year and the Ohio version is just as sweet (eventhough it is smaller). Look, I'm too old to go to popped-collar bars and sitting around listening to music that makes my brain bleed (rap). This sort of atmosphere is more up my alley.
Live music of songs that I know and all by request of the other bar patrons...hells yes. I know that many of my readers are cynical and look for any moment to call me a fag, but I don't care because a dueling pianos bar is the tits.
Anyway, the night is winding down and they are only going to play a few more songs before kicking everyone out for the night. For some strange reason, the more beer that I drank, the more that I wanted to hear Walking In Memphis. While I do enjoy the genius of Marc Cohn, I do not really know why I was so hung up on hearing that song played. Maybe I was pumped after watching the Tigers win the C-USA title?
I'm explaining my burning desire for this tune to my buddy who served two tours over in Iraq (we'll call him "Z" because that's what he goes by anyway). He had listened to me whine about this for close to 3 hours. Z decided to take matters into his own hands.
Z: Do you really want to hear Walking In Memphis?
G$: Fuck yeah.
Z: Alright, I'll take care of it.
G$: What the fuck could you possibly do to get these guys to play it?
Z: I've got my ways. I'll tell them that I just got back from Iraq. It works every time.
G$: Wait, wait, wait. You are going to tell this guy that you just got back from Iraq, which you've been back from for around 3 years now, and that it would mean everything to you if they played some Marc Cohn.
Z: Pretty much, yeah.
10 seconds later, I was putting on my blue suede shoes and boarding a plane. It was amazing how effective the "tour of duty" card can be. But usually it's used in cases of getting laid, getting some free drinks, or perhaps getting off on a speeding ticket. You never hear about America's heroes using their enlistment to help their loser friend hear a song that was barely popular. Bizarre.
Now I may be too old, lazy, and fat to set foot in the Middle East, but I will always be able to touch down in the land of the delta blues in the middle of the pouring rain. Ha. However you feel about this pointless post, I totally recommend The Big Bang if you are ever out boozing in Columbus.