For those that remember The Cocktail Lounges of the 60s and early 70s. Those posh palaces of pure pleasure with carpeted walls, dark secluded booths, postage stamp dance floors, and a lone entertainer securely entrenched behind an organ or piano. A wonderful place to relax, sip a gimlet and impress that special woman in your life. This site is dedicated to those, like me, that sat behind those B-3s or out of tune pianos. I miss the carpeted walls, flocked wall paper in the men's room and drunks leaning over the front of my organ, but at 62 the only one I have to please is myself. Thank God because my fingers don't move like they used to, I can't remember the bridge to half the songs and my prostate wont let me make it through a whole forty five minute set. I hope you remember that when you listen to this old Lounge Lizard play.
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Bob Hays
For those that remember The Cocktail Lounges of the 60s and early 70s. Those posh palaces of pure pleasure with carpeted walls, dark secluded booths, postage stamp dance floors, and a lone entertainer securely entrenched behind an organ or piano. ...
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