I love the opportunity that the jukebox at a local bar provides. Last night at Small Bar someone played my favorite song on it! (That's annoying, I guess I can't embed that.)
I couldn't believe it. I wanted to know who was behind this and really hoped it was a girl. So I sorta looked around, bobbed my head, but was unable to uncover any clues that would unmask the culprit. Plan B: walked over to the jukebox and "responded" by playing 3 Replacements songs in a row. you know, put the ball back into the culprit's court. I figured it was the most logical thing to do.
nothing came of it. sad face. oh well.
Then later that same night at that same bar, the music stops playing from the jukebox since there was no money in it. I wander over there to remedy the situation but am just beat to the punch by these 2 guys. I play it cool and chat with them for a little bit. Turns out one of them grew up with Damon Albarn of Blur. pretty crazy, right? but yeah, the other guy throws $5 into the jukebox and I mean that's a lot of credits... so i sort of linger and notice that he's sort of struggling to pick songs. he leaves with 11 credits still on there. I give it a minute. he doesn't come back. I'm like, "YES!" and proceed to pick 11 songs. hope you enjoyed living vicariously through me last night!
