From: Scott Gold Date: Sat, 09 Jan 1999 08:34:29 +1000 Subject: a wreath laid at Bogart's doorstep (or, the day the music died)
well, my dear harp-l-er would-be bar-owners:
i went to the USA over the holidays, and upon return, i was greatly saddened to learn of the demise of Bogart's (and my gig).
new year's eve was the final hurrah for a bar that supported the blues on friday nites for a time. . . .
no more will i be able to stand on the stage where the ceiling fans slice too near my head, and in the inverted direction, thereby bringing all the bar's cigarette smoke into my chromatic reeds and more;
no more will i be able to revel in good sense of the devoted fans who would scream out for sam ba ti and black magic woman, allowing for your correspondent to take a sorely needed gin&tonic break;
no more will i be able to play solos to gatemouth brown's pressure cooker or walker's t-bone shuffle or albert kinig's don't lose your cool while eyeing the big screen at the other end of the bar, showing horror movies subtitled in chinese;
no more.
the end of a mild era is only now starting to sink in.
now, i take time away from my desparate search for the next gig site with a heart-felt thanks to all those harp-l-ers who had the vision, or at least the reckless je-ne-sais-quoi, and were willing to make the investment, to be able to walk proud in their snowy towns, knowing that they were part-owners in a blues bar in the western-pacific tropics.
i salute all of you!
in the meanwhile, please place your pledged contribution in a time deposit; one day, i'll be coming to you again to possibly purchase the next bar my band drives out of business. . . .
- -sg (a sideman in Danny Perez and his Gigless Wonders) tumon bay