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So my old band actually played at a strip joint called the Clermont
Lounge in Atlanta, back in 1994, with Pineal Ventana and DQE. We were
sort of prog, sort of punk. On Thursday nights they had "indie rock"
nights. The place was laid out like an L: the main stage (where the
bands set up on this night) was at the lower left hand corner, seats
were at the top, and a bar with a stage in the middle of it was on
the lower right side.
So: the audience watching us are largely indie types. The audience
around the bar, where the strippers are tonight, are older folks,
much older. And we're playing some polyrhythmic song, I'm playing
some fast 4-against-3 pattern on drums or something like that, and I
look over my right shoulder. And this poor woman is standing on the
stage, topless, desperately trying to look sexy while dancing to our
music.
Not sure what moral there is, if any. Seeing Rusted Shut at the Pink
Flamingo in Houston was also rather, um, odd.
― doug, Tuesday, 19 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link