And now for something completely random....

And now for something completely random. Ever seen the movie Pulp Fiction?

There's this country song on the soundtrack by The Statler Brothers called "Flowers on the Wall". When I started thinking about what to write for this review it jumped into my head and now I can't shake it. If you can't recall the scene, it was playing when Butch ran over Marcellus Wallace right before the Gimp scene. Any strip club that associates in my mind with bloody violence can't be a good thing. Think it somehow reminded of Zed's store and torture chamber. But enough of that, the club was lousy as a strip joint but seemed possibly decent as a locals only bar. It does have kind of a weird energy about it, though it was mostly laid back while I was there. Lots of wood around in that plain, country bar looking way. Little wooden tables straight out of a saloon/lunch room complete with cafeteria kitchen style seats. Some pool tables around the corner of the bar. I pull up a chair next to a square pillar by the corner of the bar and wait to be entertained. In the middle of LA I wasn't expecting to find a club with this look, and having it filled with black and latino customers made it even stranger. I've been to plenty of borderline dives and liked them just fine, so I'm not necessarily knocking the decor or clientèle.

Stranger still was the little exchange where the black dancer on stage refused to dance to the music the DJ was playing. She was standing over to the left of it by the ramp (stage is a good sized rectangle up front, not than anything was happening on it) talking to one of the regulars in between mouthing off to the DJ to cut the song and skip to her type of music. Yes, it gets worse. The DJ, a middle aged white guy in jeans, walks over to her and says, "You say you can't dance to this? Here's how to you dance to it!" He then commences to get on stage, walks over to what I think was a stripper pole (I was trying not to watch but it's like one of those car wrecks you just can't turn away from) and starts trying to do some sort of man booty shake. This goes on for the rest of the song, followed by dead, stunned silence. Kind of like on NYE when I was standing in the intersection of Las Vegas and Flamingo waiting for fireworks over the casinos at zero hour and seeing nothing. Confusion, then a couple of people say what the hell and start clapping. Time to go.