We were regulars in '88-'91, weeknights, Saturdays, Sundays, whenever there was going to be great music (always) and we could be there. Then kids, and it was only the occasional Subday before the band started, and then there was always a line if we could spare an evening out. I remember Allison Krause there on her first tour at 13 and being as amazed as everyone in the room. Stan Rogers before he died, his brother, Garnett, after, and so many more. They were an early adopter of vegetarian friendly menu choices, too. Sorry it's going, but truly, I haven't been in couple years, and no more than a dozen times in the past 20. If there's commercial space on the first floor, perhaps someone will feel called to set up a small music/performance venue. How about you, Ron?
I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away.
Well I went down to the sacred store Where I heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play.
Well now in the streets the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all broken.
And the three men I admire the most, The father, son, and the holy ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died.
I started singing:
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry. Those good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, Singing This will be the day that I die, This will be the day that I die.
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Date: 2016-03-05 06:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-05 08:16 pm (UTC)And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away.
Well I went down to the sacred store
Where I heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.
Well now in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all broken.
And the three men I admire the most,
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music
died.
I started singing:
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry.
Those good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing
This will be the day that I die,
This will be the day that I die.