Twilight of an Evening

Walking through my city’s downtown, I thought about the contrasting aspects. Among the late glow of an evening dusk, there are crumbling ancient ruins nestled between glistening modern structures. Bars occupy space next to office buildings, with restaurants and a massive church literally named truth sticking out next to the parking gaurages. A huge medical building cuts off second ave, and the humungous public library holds court as the area’s crown jewel.

I am in awe of this spectacle, and I realized I have neglected the towering art museum and the lovely theater district snuggled next to the city’s main music area. However, much of this has almost been swept away twice by disgruntled flood waters, which dealt massive damage to the entire area. Perhaps if not for the government and kind benefactors downtown would still mostly have the Mad Max apocalyptic wasteland appearance it took on after 2008.

Man does this area look pretty after dark, the lights shinning in the distance. I often take downtown for granted having been here so many times, dealing with a severe lack of parking and crazy drunks fighting outside a local dive. Yet even after having to circle the block to find a spot, or desert the area before the cops show up, I keep coming back. If mostly for the library and the bars, yet also for the people and a nice way to kill a couple hours. This is my home, for better or for worse.


Amateur Singing Hour

Karaoke amuses me in different ways. I’ve done it and sounded really horrible yet its fun anyways and I think everyone should try singing on stage once. Just to know the feeling of belting out a tune in front of people. I’ve been cheered on hell I’ve even been booed. Regardless I have never booed and I usually clap because its tough to get up there-especially if you are not a good singer. And trust me I’m not.

However there are certain rules you should follow. Never try a song outside your limited vocal abilities. Know the crowd and what they will tolerate.¬† But still don’t be afraid to go with a tune you love. There might be someone in the audience who loves it too. Oh and clapping in approval of a fellow karaoke singer is good form of course.

At some point I’ll karaoke again. I have butchered I mean sung Garth Brooks, Johnny Cash, CCR, Lynyrd Skynyrd, REO Speedway and others. Its fun to try and keep up with the machine. Some of you might even actually be good singers.

Beer is Good. And Stuff.

“The luck is gone, the brain is shot, but the liquor we still got. “ –Doug Coughlin from Cocktail

Tonight I ventured out to my local bar, with friends in tow. It’s always a good thing to bring friends with you while drinking at a local boozing establishment, because at least one of you will then be able to drive home, and hey that means you are not drinking alone like some lonely slob in that cool Nighthawks painting that I’ve always admired. Third Base Bar and Grill is a fine place to slowly descend into that magical world of inebriation, with welcoming bar stools and a fine bar that is solid wood, or something akin to what I think solid wood even is. The people there sadly know who we all are at this point, as we’ll all been going there since we were old enough to finally consume that magical elixir that so many¬†pontificate about. And even though I’ve cut back to the point where I only engage in such behavior on the weekends, I’m not sure if I can keep on doing this forever.

Which brings me to a depressing fact: eventually you have to quit alcohol, or dial it back about twenty million paces. Some would argue that you are better off without the barley, and they have a point, except that such people are either moralistic religious types, or they were forced to give up the drink one way or another. So I take their advice with a small grin of salt, especially since over the last couple of years booze has inspired me to write. Look at this awful column right now, completely powered by the lingering after effects of downing several fine brews of Pale Aces Ale. Boom, inspiration right there, falling into the boring adage of writing based on real life experiences and limiting what you pen/type/whatever to what you know, which I hate. Not to mention endings, which I’m still working on. We’ll get there one day, although who we is I have no idea. Maybe I’m just losing it. I think I’ll have another drink.

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