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I got dragged into a strip club last year. (Not that I have an
aversion to seeing women undress - just that skanky women in a
shithole bar undressing does nothing for me. And the beer always
sucks. And this place had a George Foreman Grill and they were
cooking pork chops. I still laugh when I think about the pork
chops. But I digress...) So while I had countless lap-dance
propositions and only Bud Light and Coors Light to choose from, and
Motley Crue's "Girls Girls Girls" (or was it Quiet Riot? - same
thing.) playing.. I was thinking what songs I would play if I owned
the place..
Venus in Furs - VU
Dynamo Hummm - Zappa
Rumble - Link Wray
Anthrax - Gang of Four
Slip it In - Black Flag (Because of the bitchin' guitar solo, not the
lyrics)
..
And then I started thinking about what kind of food I would grill.....
― Dave225, Tuesday, 19 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
The one time I went to such an establishment, I was mildly amused to
hear Rage Against the Machine's "People of the Sun"--could there be a
greater ideological disconnect? (Okay, barring Fugazi's "Suggestion"
and like-minded riot grrrl and straight-edge songs.)
― j.lu, Tuesday, 19 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
And Courtney Love would strip for ya, right?
Who?
Did you miss the part about skanky women not doing anything for me?
The whole idea of strip bars is unappealing to me. Larry Storch
could be stripping for all I care.
― Dave225, Tuesday, 19 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
My expertise in this area is limited to what they played at the Baby Doll Lounge last summer. What you must know: the Baby Doll is a one-room dive with no cover charge and $8 beers. It seats about 15 people comfortably, maybe less. It is the end of the road. Songs I remember hearing were "Where the Party At" and "I'm Real". At one point I noticed two white girls enter and stand to one side, obviously not knowing anyone and obviously strippers. My friend Kevin is the kind of guy that talks to everyone, so he chats with them afterwards and discovers that they're from his hometown (somewhere in Massachusetts) and are "stripping their way south" to North Carolina. They eventually speak with a large gentleman who takes the CD they've brought and gives it to the DJ. They get up on the tiny stage and start stripping to LIMP BIZKIT --
― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 19 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-two years ago) link
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