
Originally Posted by
BmillsSkier
Ok so I'm a little fuzzy today but last night, inspired by this thread of mine, my old college juke-bombing buddy's antics, and a lot, I mean a lot of Budweiser and Jäger, turned into a hilarious battle over the jukebox at my beloved dive bar.
As mentioned the entirety of my neighborhood seemed to be at my bar. Which is fine, I like my neighbors and I have a lot in common with most of them. I just don't like it when my one safe space for debauchery, accessible narcotics, leaning pool table and bad decisions becomes a blend of a mandatory after-work mixer, and young mom's night out: sponsored by Chardonnay. (Which disappointed many of the ladies of the hood when they found out my (ok, my wife's and my bar) serves wine in three flavors: red white and pink)
As mentioned it started when a couple of the neighborhood bro-dads decided to do their best yelling rendition of Michael Scott and Dwight Schrute's take on McLean's American Pie. Once was bad enough. 3 times was excruciating. I never knew how long this song was till last night. Each time through these two normally nice guys, and hosts of all parties for neighborhood kids, would belt out the refrain as loud as they could only to trail off to a mumble for the verse words. Loud drunken mumbling.
We have a surly bartender who is known for good conversation with those of us he likes when the bar is 2 rows deep. He has a kill switch for the jukebox and he refuses to use it. "Don't like it, get up there and play your own music", he grunted to us as he dropped off another round of house wine; Jäger, taking at least his 6th shot of the night.
The McLean stopped long enough for the wives to get a couple selections. Lots of Elton John, which is normally fine, but then came the Beiber and Taylor Swift. No. fucking. Way.
Armed with fistfuls of singles (the box cc slot hasn't worked since someone poured beer in it when their card was declined, and for some reason it eats larger bills giving no plays in return.) we lined up. Stupid us though, we forgot the AMI BarLink app was still enabled on the damned thing. The 4 of us loaded up the thing with usual stuff. Classic rock, classic hip hop, pixies, southern rock... I jammed as many Stones deep cuts, Beasties, and Doolittle as I could get out of my $10.
I think I heard the first 2 of my selections before people in the drunken HoA group caught on. That's when it got weird.
First up was a rock block of Steve Perry: Dont Stop Believin, Faithfully, Wheel in the Sky, followed by not one more but two more plays of Don't Stop believin . I was kinda not too annoyed till that last part.
Next up came something from an angry patron on our side of the bar. I think it was something Jer would pet kittens to.
More McLean. Dear God, they're singing again.
Loud and I mean loud yells of "STOP PLAYING THIS SHIT" were the opening lines of whatever came next on the box.
Bieber followed by Ramblin Man, back to NKOTB, more Journey, Cant You Hear Me Knockin (thank God), more Jäger, more McLean (the yelling/singing more pronounced as they learned the words to a few more verses), general anger and displeasure... that fucking Blurred Lines song... and then some kind soul with a good sense of humor decided to put a stop to our two warring sides of the bar.
First up was the National Anthem. No one kneeled but one regular old timer drunk did yell for a couple guys to take their hats off. Next up was genius: Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas followed by WHAM!'s Last Christmas back, to back, to back, to back. No fewer than 8 plays of 90s Christmas pop in a row.
That did it. It killed the bar. The HoA meeting broke up. My wife told me I just repeated the same story to her for the third time, and they ran out of beer on the remaining two taps that still worked when we arrived 5 hours earlier.
The juke box Santa must have spent a ton to plug all those tunes back to back and to skip what had to be 40 songs ahead of it to get his/her point across. And I'm so glad they did.
Once this headache wears off and I can get American Pie out of my head I'm thinking of going to chop down this year's tree. I'm in the spirit now.
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