Blog Mechanics

Going to try to migrate my blog to a new system this morning. Times like this make me wish I understood technology better . . .

What is With You Kids?

Why do people pay money to get into a bar that is featuring entertainment and then stand around and talk loudly so they can be heard over the music? I went to the "Found Magazine" performance last night at Crosstown Station, and the singer had to beg unsuccessfully for quiet during one emotional song.

What the heck? There are plenty of good bars in the area - if you want to catch up on the gossip of what Justin said to Cara or why Tiffany can't live at home anymore, take it to the Czar Bar around the corner, or the Cigar Box, or Willie's. (By the way, the fish tacos at the Czar Bar are great.)

I know, I know, this post officially labels me as a grumpy old man, but I didn't pay a cover charge to hear you talk about your new clothes.