primitives discuss hanging around rough bars

[I_B_Perky]

This thread brought this song to mind:

Uneasy Rider

I was takin' a trip out to L.A.
Toolin' along in my Cheverolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio

Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow

Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a filling station in sight
So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim

I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar, a
Kind of a red-neck lookin' joint called the "Dew Drop Inn"

Well I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one

Well there was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place except for him and me and
He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone

I called up the station down the road a ways and
He said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so

He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!"
And I didn't bother to tell the dern fool
That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

I ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said, "Who owns this car
With the peace sign, the mag wheels and the four on the floor?"

Well he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These 5 big dudes come strollin' in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth

Now I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said, "You tip your hat to this lady, son!"
And when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
Especially when there was three of them and only one of me

They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I better think of something pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee

Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a furly dangerous man!"

"Well you may not know it but this man is a spy.
He's a undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan!"

He was still bent over holdin' on to his knee
But everybody else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went

I said "Would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGovern for President."

"Well he's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!
I betchya he's even got a commie flag
Tacked up on the wall inside of his garage."

"He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys
He may look dumb but that's just a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage"

They all started lookin' real suspicious at him and
He jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim!
You know he's lyin' I been livin' here all of my life!"

"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.
And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"

Then he started saying somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck

And when I hit the door I was makin' tracks
And they were just taking my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up

Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headed toward me at a trot

And I guess I shoulda gone ahead and run
But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them all just once around the parking lot

Well they're headed for their car but I hit the gas and
Spun around and headed 'em off at the pass
I was slingin' gavel and puttin' a ton o' dust in the air

Well I had them all out there steppin' and fetchin'
Like their heads was on fire and their asses was catchin'
but I figgered I'd better go ahead and split before the cops got there

When I hit the road I was really wheelin'
Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas

Well I think I'm gonna reroute my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to L.A., via Omaha

[Skul]

Drink a beer in a nice safe place?
Go to a VFW.
Oh, I forget, that would be a "hostile environment" for a DUmmie.

[Chris_]

I have to wonder about people that would voluntarily go to such notoriously violent, dangerous places and then brag about how intelligent they are to everybody else on the internet.

[Skul]

I have to wonder about people that would voluntarily go to such notoriously violent, dangerous places and then brag about how intelligent they are to everybody else on the internet.

DUmmie seems to fit the bill.

[franksolich]

I have to wonder about people that would voluntarily go to such notoriously violent, dangerous places and then brag about how intelligent they are to everybody else on the internet.

You know, sir, because of a, uh, certain condition of mine, I never know if I'm in a rough place or not, given that I don't hear anything.

I've been the only white guy in black bars--this was some years ago--oh, three or four times, North Omaha.

Alone; I just wandered in out of curiosity.

And about this time, there was that one bar near the waterfront of New York City; I forget exactly where, but it was near where the great ocean-liners used to load and unload passengers during the heyday of the big ships--full of nothing but men who acted, uh, rather odd.

Alone; I just wandered in out of curiosity.

Some years after all those experiences, after I'd returned from the socialist paradises of the workers and peasants, in Chicago I walked into a bar that had nothing but women wearing motorcyle-cop gear.

Alone; I just wandered in out of curiosity.

The latest experience was three years ago, down in Kansas City, where I walked into a bar that had leather straps and chains for rent (I have no idea why).

Alone; I just wandered in out of curiosity.

And because I'd given up drinking back in 1987, I didn't go into those places for a beer; I just ordered Diet Dr. Pepper, and was served.  I generally sat there for about forty-five minutes, after which I then went to look for other things unusual to me.

Nothing ever happened; the service was always first-class, and the other customers treated me with courtesy and respect, answering my questions if I had any.

I dunno; these might, or might not, have been "tough" bars, but I'll never know.

[Skul]

Strangely enough, when you become an "old fart". the young pups take care of you.
The type of bar, doesn't matter.
Unless of course, you prove to be an ass.
The young guys will have your measure within a few minutes.

[vesta111]

One never knows when a bar is safe or not.

I went out one night out with some woman from work to a most safe bar, it was in a Hotel that was super safe.

We drank and ate and danced with each other for a couple hours, all find and dandy.  I had to Pee, you know how that is and headed for the Lady's room when a man came up to me and began to talk.  I had to pee right now and ignored him as I rushed into the Lady's room.  

When I came out there he was and when we walked by an exit door he put his hand on the back of my neck.  Darn but I found I could not cry out or do anything but move out the door.  Very awful feeling, I have no idea what nerves he was pressing on but the pain was causing me to loose my eyesight.

All I remember after that was I finally awoke on the floor, my friends and the police were bending over me, everyone talking at once, I had no idea what what was going on.

Seems I learned later that one of my coworkers a good sized lady noticed me going out the door.  She knew I was married and wondered about the man behind me.    She for some reason barreled into the man knocking him off me, she told me later that she had no choice, she knew something was very wrong.---She saved my life.  

[franksolich]

vesta, madam, dear.

Whoa. 

Wait. 

What?

.....danced with each other.....

You were dancing with another woman?

[thundley4]

This thread brought this song to mind:

Uneasy Rider

I was takin' a trip out to L.A.
Toolin' along in my Cheverolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio

Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to blow

Almost hard to believe that Charlie Daniels is a God fearing, American loving patriot.

[Skul]

One never knows when a bar is safe or not.
>snip<

As odd as it seem, yes you can.

[I_B_Perky]

Almost hard to believe that Charlie Daniels is a God fearing, American loving patriot.

Maybe it was phase of his. After all, he is an entertainer and this was sometimes in the seventies. What's the old saying about being young and liberal you have a heart, etc.

Charlie Daniels is one hell of a musician. I don't care what his politics are. I like great music. The man can play a violin.

[Tucker]

Maybe it was phase of his. After all, he is an entertainer and this was sometimes in the seventies. What's the old saying about being young and liberal you have a heart, etc.

Charlie Daniels is one hell of a musician. I don't care what his politics are. I like great music. The man can play a violin.

That would be a fiddle.

[thundley4]

That would be a fiddle.

He can play it both ways and quite well.

[Tucker]

He can play it both ways and quite well.

Under his chin or on his knee.

[GOBUCKS]

Maybe it was phase of his. After all, he is an entertainer and this was sometimes in the seventies. What's the old saying about being young and liberal you have a heart, etc.

Charlie Daniels is one hell of a musician. I don't care what his politics are. I like great music. The man can play a violin.

I believe he gave Mt. Juliet, TN a city park out of his own pocket. He's pretty highly thought of up there.
Of course, as the DUmmies would say, he probably took a tax deduction for that.

[I_B_Perky]

That would be a fiddle.

LOL. Don't know much about musical instruments I see.

Let me help you: Stringed musical instruments

Sorry... but this is the same thing as calling a Timpani a drum.   

 

[GOBUCKS]

LOL. Don't know much about musical instruments I see.

Let me help you: Stringed musical instruments

Sorry... but this is the same thing as calling a Timpani a drum.

If you're gonna play in Texas,
You gotta have a fiddle in the band.

[Revolution]

Or a steel gui-tar. 

[JLO]

One never knows when a bar is safe or not.

I went out one night out with some woman from work to a most safe bar, it was in a Hotel that was super safe.

We drank and ate and danced with each other for a couple hours, all find and dandy.  I had to Pee, you know how that is and headed for the Lady's room when a man came up to me and began to talk.  I had to pee right now and ignored him as I rushed into the Lady's room.  

When I came out there he was and when we walked by an exit door he put his hand on the back of my neck.  Darn but I found I could not cry out or do anything but move out the door.  Very awful feeling, I have no idea what nerves he was pressing on but the pain was causing me to loose my eyesight.

All I remember after that was I finally awoke on the floor, my friends and the police were bending over me, everyone talking at once, I had no idea what what was going on.



Seems I learned later that one of my coworkers a good sized lady noticed me going out the door.  She knew I was married and wondered about the man behind me.    She for some reason barreled into the man knocking him off me, she told me later that she had no choice, she knew something was very wrong.---She saved my life.  

Ok then, Vesta, thanks for playing....................

[FreeBorn]

Ok then, Vesta, thanks for playing....................

Maybe we could hook up Vesta with Monty Hall as a consolation prize?

[delilahmused]

What's the big deal with hanging out in rough bars? Are they expecting street cred from it? No freaking way would there be a bar like like UNNNHOLI or whatever the heck his name is described. Word would get out. It would be busted. If it was as bad as he says they'd do a little more than send in a couple of patrol cars.

Cindie

[Tucker]

What's the big deal with hanging out in rough bars? Are they expecting street cred from it? No freaking way would there be a bar like like UNNNHOLI or whatever the heck his name is described. Word would get out. It would be busted. If it was as bad as he says they'd do a little more than send in a couple of patrol cars.

Cindie

They would stand out by their pink attire. Their women would be a little harder to spot, with their butch haircuts and tattoos.

[vesta111]

vesta, madam, dear.

Whoa. 

Wait. 

What?

You were dancing with another woman?

Not slow dancing silly man, ----Times have changed -----People now dance alone  [line dancing ], some
men never leave their chair  [ lap dancing ]-----2 woman 1 man, 2 men one woman ,or 20 people just jumping about to the music, don't need a partner to jump up and down.  The rage of one time was the Chicken Dance, not to be confused with the Funky Chicken.

Tribal drum beats that cause people to tap their foot, sway back and forth, don't forget the Shaker Comunity of the 1800 or the black Baptist Churches that when the chorus gets into Gospel mode it is almost impossible to sit still.

Strange as I think about it there are TOYS on the market that when attached to a stereo will flash lights in sinc with the notes played.  Different color light for different notes.   When Grandma was in a nursing home someone brought one in to the Rec. room and it was a huge hit with the patients that were deaf or very hard of hearing.  After 4 times playing the same song, the residents were keeping time with their fingers on the wheel chairs.   They were, strange as it sounds, keeping time and hearing with their eyes.   A form of self hypnoses perhaps.  The weird part is that some of the patients had favorite songs,
same as in the world of the hearing, the elderly woman seemed to prefer the heavy fast beats while the elderly gentlemen leaned toward ballads.   The one form of music that was not enjoyed was Dixieland Jazz. 

[longview]

I'm with Vesta on just getting out on the dance floor and having fun.

Line dancing is a good excuse to get up and move.  Some of my co-workers and I will meet up at a club just to laugh and dance.  I'm older, so not looking for a permanent dance partner, and not likely to get looked at anyway.  Am I going to sit home and crochet?  Or get TV and watch animal planet?  Not likely. 

I do get some younger fellows asking, which seemed odd until one told me that they know us older gals rarely turn them down (and never in the catty way a young lady in a group of friends does), and we will not stalk them later.  Just dance well and have fun.

The guys my age seem to be intent on perfecting their technique of one handed, 12 oz curls, or holding the bar down by leaning on it as if it might spook and run any moment.  Yee Haw!  lol

[GOBUCKS]

All I remember after that was I finally awoke on the floor, my friends and the police were bending over me, everyone talking at once, I had no idea what what was going on.

Most of vesta's nights on the town end this way.