+ Grandma’s Marathon, June 2003: My dad ran the half-marathon, I ran the full. The only thing that saved me was Jonathon Livingston walking up and decking me in the middle of her harangue, which vindicated me by showing that, indeed, these were jabs thrown in friendship. Not recognizing the set-up, I repeated the offense and got totally bawled out in the middle of the bar. At some point, I tapped a girl I vaguely knew on the chin a few hours later, she came back and told me that her friend didn’t believe I had hit her. I hit Tim Anderson on the jaw and almost knocked him out, which was not the intent that guy has a serious glass-jam. Somehow, I got the idea in my head that it would be a really good, fun time to punch everyone in the face since the show was called a riot. + Red Lion Winter Riot – night two, late December, 2001: This was an infamous night which I may never live down. It was a real, real weird scene – standing in a basement while little kids in their PJs wandered around. The only thing to drink was cognac, and some ladies were frying up chicken wings in the kitchen. Dana Cunningham and I were killing our last beers when we got this, and of course we went.
The invitation, printed on a torn-off piece of manila folder, reads: After Party at 1424 E 1st St. I seem to remember Bone Appetit playing that first night, but even more interesting was getting an invitation to an after-hours rent party. + Red Lion Winter Riot – night one, late December, 2001: Ben Marsden organized this two-night show my brother drew the poster, which featured a snowman throwing a garbage can at a gingerbread man. I still can’t fathom how he wasn’t kicked out. Nevertheless, he was there until bar close, dancing up a storm. At that point, the guy stood up, and it was obvious that he’d peed his pants.
He got back up, found a chair on the side of the bar and passed out until the Black Labels began playing. + Some winter night, 2001: I walked in and there some guy falls off his bar stool.
#50 cent many men karaoke tv
I have no idea why this was broadcast at midnight, nor why it was on the TV at the Lion, nor why this scene stands out so vividly in my mind. + September 27, 2000: As the Black Labels play “Teen Beat”, I watch Wilson Kipketer – the fastest half-miler in history – lead the Olympic 800m final until the homestretch and get out-kicked by a German who had been sitting on his shoulder the whole race. Plus, he actually sang the song pretty well. Oddly, he is more efficient at processing drink orders while doing this then when he is otherwise unoccupied. + Summer, 2000: Tom the Bartender sings “Bus Stop” by the Hollies on a wireless mic during Saturday night karaoke. + Homegrown, 2000: As captured on film by Chris Bacigalupo, the Black-eyed Snakes play the Lion This was the first time I’d ever been in a crowd of people dancing and realized that the floor was bouncing up and down. They caught up, threw him on the floor and cuffed him at our feet. Both patrons were 86ed ten minutes later, the dancer walks in the front door with the cops hot on his heels. At this point, we’ve been in the place like 30 seconds and are starting to decide that the place isn’t as bad as it had been made out … but then some guy stands up and cold-cocks the dancer. Some guy got up from the bar and started to dance by himself to “Punks Jump Up To Get Beat Down” by Brand Nubian. We ordered $1.25 Old Milwaukee drafts anyway. After a few at the NorShor, we screwed up our courage and went in, only to find out that the Labels weren’t playing – there was a DJ instead. + Night before Thanksgiving, 1998: Brad Nelson and I read in the News-Tribune about this band the Black Labels that played on Wednesday nights, but we were mostly afraid to go into the Lion.