Man, I love the jukebox at my neighborhood watering hole, T-Ruggs. Well, one of my neighborhood watering holes. When you live as close to downtown Burlington as I do, you become pretty intimate with most of the Queen City’s booze rooms.
Anyway, T-Ruggs has this hi-tech, super-slick touchscreen jukebox that’s the envy of every other bar in town. Or in-state, for that matter. Sure, the selection is a little lacking, but the thing sounds AWESOME! Now I want one in my apartment, but with some Kinks, Blue Oyster Cult (1st three albums, of course) and Debussy on there.
So T-Ruggs was definitely the place to be for at least a half-hour last night. I rocked some Steely Dan, Thin Lizzy, Guns [email protected]#$’n Roses, Mars Volta, and even a little Mazzy Star. You need something soothing to come down from such dizzying rock ‘n’ roll heights.
Oh, and apparently I told a percussionist/pool shark friend of mine that if I had a kit, I’d be better than the drummer for The Mars Volta in 5 months. Must’ve been the Bud Lite talkin.’