Originally written December 9, 2009 but I forgot to hit send Dangit.
Phoenix, Arizona kicks tail! The weather is mild, it’s two hours behind so I can nurture my Anderson Cooper crush. Palm Trees… Tent City aside, I found a new place to visit and to add to my goals.
Hanging with the folks from Delaware, we were directed to a dueling piano bar, The Big Bang! In this bar you write a song request on a napkin and two folks playing grand pianos play your request.
I. Am. So. Hooked.
If Upper Darby had a spot like this, shucks it would be no question where I was to be found! Magic Carpet Ride, no problem! Yes, that was me dancing on stage. Born to Be Wild, yes I was singing the chorus. Arizona college kids like to party and rhythimically challenged or not, they get there dance ON!
So I got to thinking. I like liquor, which The Big Bang serves rather cheaply. I like music as evidenced by the lack of space on my iPhone (yeah, no more Crackberry for me!). How can I convince The Mister that we should invest in a similar venture? We could open close to University City and the Penn and Drexel students would be more than willing to pay a two dollar cover to toss napkins with scrawled songs to two musicians. I could cultivate my stalled dreams of being a drummer and play drums during songs. As an insomniac, I would already be up for the late night hours.
My new goal:
Find a way to get a dueling piano bar in my neck of the woods. The Mister is going to look at me like I have two heads, but hey! A chance to join in a cover of ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ and I’m not in my shower, what’s to question?
Anyone available to sing and play along to Jack and Diane? I am ready to sing, and dance, and know I bought this to my area.
Boom baby, yours truly has been banged.