Bars that have jazz cds on the jukebox - C or D?

Even if you're hyper-anal about music, it's within the bounds of reason and a solid "good thing" to be a bit mindful of the audience and switch it up a bit.

That move was pure DICK. He knew practically no one but himself would enjoy it and went ahead with K-Fed levels of self-appreciation.

Nothing wrong with this - if you're any kind of jazz fan, you know that it's common to stretch out to five minutes or more (or MUCH more) just to make your point.

But there are other people who put their money in the jukebox too, and what if you gotta sit through somebody else's marathon, 25-minute Miles Davis track before you get to hear your own songs? (Same goes for rock: would it be wise to put the full version of "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" on a public jukebox?)

There is a bar here in Chicago that has an all-jazz juke (well, it's a jazz bar so it goes with the territory). But it's 45's and EP's, so extra-long tracks aren't a problem there.

OTOH, I'm pretty sick of being in bars and having some dude (it's different guys but it's always the same guy) with a bad Rod Stewart haircut putting on the same goddamned AC/DC and Stones songs and then getting a look on his face like he just invented rock and roll. So tired of that shit.

anyway, despite the brain-dead way i composed my rant, i still think it's valid and could work with any genre abuse really

Although I feel A-Ron's protest about the cat with the rooster haircut playing AC/DC and acting like it's the most original idea he had that night. My version of it was once in a hipster bar not long after the Beastie Boys album with "So Whatcha Want" came out...I was there with friends and it seemed like that was on the box about seven or eight times...and I like the Beasties, too, but that scratchy Hammond organ intro got repetitive as hell after a while. Only now can I listen to it again...

"It's hard enough finding any sort of jukebox in a bar these days, and as for one with some jazz on it, you can forget it, at least here in Inglan. But there was a time, in inner city US neighbourhood bars anyway, when both things were commonplace. The last gasp was the early '60s, when hard bop was still kicking and rock and soul had yet to knock it sideways."

Actually, growing up in inner city Chicago in the 70's and 80s, you could still see jukeboxes in soul food restaurants that STILL had jazz singles and EP's, alongside the current soul hits of the time.

The jukebox in the jazz club that I referred to up above (the Green Mill in Chicago) is pretty much in this vein. Not Sun Ra CD's with twenty-minute selections or anything, but more like hard bop and soul-jazz on 45, along with the occasional vocalist.

It depends what you want. "kick-ass rock, upbeat pop, monster metal" would send me right out. "be-bop/free jazz" would keep me there for the night.

This thread reminds me of a party we had years ago where I told my friend "OK you pick the next album" and he went for George Jones. He's one of my favorite singers but talk about buzz kill...

It didn't work but I still enjoyed the 'dude, who farted?' look they all got on their faces when it came on for a third time.

also this: I've been to a bar where some asshole put one of the songs from F#A#(infinity) on a mix that was playing and then had the nerve to announce it, proudly, to the bartender. It was like a coors ad with a carbon monoxide leak.

Yeah, sounds like me, when me and my friends used to go to this tiki bar and I'd do the same thing with Kate Smith's "God Bless America."

Bubba shot the juke box last night
Said it played a sad song it made him cry
Went to his truck and got a forty five
Bubba shot the juke box last night

Bubba ain't never been accused of being mentally stable
So we did not draw an easy breathe
Until he laid that Colt on the table
He hung his head till the cops showed up
They dragged him right out of Margie's
Told him "Don't play dumb with us, son"
"Know damn well what the charge is."

Bubba shot the juke box last night
Said it played a sad song it made him cry
Went to his truck and got a forty five
Bubba shot the juke box last night

Well, the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on
The confrontation was a tense one
Shook his head said, "Bubba Boy,"
"You was always a dense one."
Reckless discharge of a gun
That's what the officers are claiming
Bubba hollered, "Reckless! Hell!"
"I shot just where I was aiming."

Bubba shot the juke box last night
Said it played a sad song it made him cry
Went to his truck and got a forty five
Bubba shot the juke box stopped it with one shot
Bubba shot the jukebox last night
Well he could not tell right from wrong
Through the teardrops in his eyes
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
It was justifiable homicide
Bubba shot the juke box stopped it with one shot
Bubba shot the jukebox last night

i, and probably a lot of other people on this board, desperately wish there was a public place for the playing of difficult music for enjoyment sake. i guess that's called my flat by myself.

i'm not sure if it's worse to play something heavy in the bar situation, or something mind-crushingly terrible, like say bon jovi.

I'm with you there. the omnipresence of simpering chart tosh, shitty dance music and corporate indie is the main reason I don't go to bars much. rock bars only play vintage rawk and the likes of my chemical turdmance. even so-called jazz bars only churn out despicable middle of the road lounge stuff and jamie cullum. and besides, 9 out of 10 bars sell 12 types of overpriced piss-weak lager and no proper adult beers. where can I go for a vicious pint of exmoor beast and a bit of sun ra or harvey milk?

I've often considered opening a bar purely to provide a venue for people who share my tastes in beer and music. I'm sure there's a market for it.

I am a die hard jazzbo, but not offended by timmy tannin's question. Just wondering why anyone would go to ANY bar to hear the f*n jukebox. If I can hear the jukebox in my favorite bars, it only means there aren't enough people there to absorb the rancid sounds of the latest jukebox crap. But I would dearly love to choose a whole LPs worth of Ornette's "Skies of America" than hear another lame ass Nelly joint.