A good evening gabbling along with nickjb about art and life and music and art again. We had just got through a good discussion of the death of expertise in rock ‘n’ roll and were being very smart about big ideas (this is fun), and also talking about how impossible standup comedy is, because everyone hates actual humor and just likes to be insulted and made nervous. Basically the usual rediscovery that stupidity is a big virtue and one isn’t supposed to GET TOO BIG FOR ONE’S BRITCHES ‘round here.
And as we were walking to our cars, the poster boy for this mentality, Mr. Drunk Bartender with Beer Bottle Design Shirt was walking to his car and yelling back and forth to a friend:
DRUNK_BARTENDER: LATER HOSER!!!
FRIEND: LATER, YOU GOIN’ HOME OR WHAT? YOU LOSER
DRUNK_BARTENDER: FUCK NO! I’M GOIN’ GAMBLIN!
FRIEND: RIGHT ON! YOU COMIN’ WITH US TO THE FINE CITY OF SAN BERNARDINO?
DRUNK_BARTENDER: WHAT? FUCK?
This is the kind of atmosphere that drives anyone with an IQ over about 60 into grumpy elitism purely as a defense mechanism. Stuff a rock ‘n’ roll club or a comedy joint with 100 of these guys and you can see why pop culture is such a nasty business.
Plus he wears shirts with a beer bottle pattern! classy
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Now the Frank Zappa song “San Ber’dino” is stuck in my head. That’s OK, tho, as I really like that song.
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You may think they’re
Dumb an’ lonely
But you’re wrong
‘Cause their love is strong
Stacked-up hair
An’ a cheap little ring
They don’t care
‘Cause it don’t mean a thing
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YEAH!!!!!!!
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I really should move there, if only to see the expression on the hoser’s and loser’s faces when they see a land whale 😉
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Death of the Intelligent Bartender
It’s so bad when you work in an establishment with a) staff like that and b) customers like that. Every time you open your mouth to make a sentence with more than four words and words with more than two syllables, they give you The Slackjaw. And it’s not just dumbass po’folk, it’s the same with the richest idiot and the poorest guy scraping pennies for a beer. Bleah.
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