Due to unforeseen fallout, this famous post about the famous Sully's Pub in "famous" Hartford has gone the way of the dodo. More than famous, this has become INfamous.
Let the mystery begin.
posted by TheAdequateDer @ 10:10 PM
Music, Verbosity, and Anything Else
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Let the mystery begin.
8 Comments:
ohman. and I thought New Haven sucked. i did take a few excursions up to Hartford and yes, it did have that fifth-circle-of-hell vibe you depict. especially the bars. lights come on and flash ten minutes before closing; right at the stroke of closing the waitrons come along and pluck your glasses from your grasp, even if you just ordered (and were served) them. i figured it was mostly another manifestation of hostile town-gown-ism; but maybe there really -is- a Hellmouth around there?
>Now, all of the entrances are chained and locked(can anyone say "Cocoanut Grove"?
here I was thinking more "Jacob's Ladder."
I have a theory that all the decent Hartford-area musicians get sucked into the NYC vortex (or maybe Boston) so the local scene never has a chance to develop. Maybe everyone with even the tiniest bit of talent just rushes off with a dollar and a dream to the Big City.
Hi, belledame! I have browsed through AP's blog and comments for some time and I am simply amazed by your ability to keep talking and stay relevant and interesting! You must have a real tempest up in that noodle, there. You are welcome to be verbose in my blogicile anytime.
New Haven seems to me a similarly dull nightlife that at least boasts Yalechitecture to view. And, you can walk from place to place without a hyperdrive.
I saw "Jacob's Ladder" quite a bit when I was young and stupid.I recognized my appreciation for it was mostly based on good editing, demoniac images and a raging crush on Elizabeth Peña. Refresh my poor, dilapidated memory as to your reference.
AP, I suppose Hartford is a "safe" city for musicians who want to try new material in front of an audience that doesn't matter; call it the 'suckolpthalein' litmus test. Remember when Hartford was the brunt of a season-ending Simpsons' joke?
The Hellmouth is comprised of all roads, sidewalks and highways entering the city.
Jacob's Ladder: in the early part of the movie, he's on the subway ride from hell. two in the morning; he gets off the train and finds the exit locked. crossed the tracks to get to the other side and is nearly hit by a train with creepy distorted faces pressed up against all the windows...
Oh, yea. That sounds like Saturday. But I probably would never have drawn that parallel on my own. This internet thing is so cool sometimes!
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