The Rackhouse Pub
203 S Kalamath St
Denver, CO 80223
Thursdays: 8:00 PM
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Just so there's fair warning: The next person who complains about my playing "Woolly Bully" or "Gloria" during quiz will be summarily shot, and the rest of his or her team will be permanently 86ed from the bar.
There are a lot of wonderful quizmasters who work for this company. In fact, I'd say I love them all so much that I would take a bullet for any one of them. But there are an awful lot of quizmasters who will play some pretty questionable music during their quizzes. One thing that comes to mind is "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey. I have no idea when that song went from punchline to revered bar favorite, but it makes my skin crawl. I automatically lose respect for anyone whose face shows anything less than a look of abject horror when the song is audible. There are more than a few quizzes where they'll play "Don't Stop Believin'." My quiz is not one of them.
There's also a quiz where they play this abomination every single time! It's a great quiz, otherwise I wouldn't go every week, but honestly, that song is enough to incite murder.
What I'm saying to my dear Rackhouse friends is count your blessings. You could have a it a lot worse. Which is why I have absolutely no sympathy for whinging twits who bitch at me for playing two of the greatest songs of the Rock 'n' Roll era, the aforementioned "Woolly Bully" by Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs and "Gloria" by Them (i.e. Van Morrison and Co.). If you've got a problem with that, you don't just have a problem with me: You've got a problem with Rock 'n' Roll, and by extension, the entire fucking American Way.
As for the contention that someone could like "Gloria" ironically, that's just asinine. You can't like something ironically if it's objectively one of the best songs ever. You can like Journey ironically because it's sonic dogshit and it's impossible to "like" it without some pretty fucking big quotation marks around "like" -- unless you're just a straight-up asshole who came into the world with the birth defect that makes one susceptible to Journey fandom.
Well, I guess I've used up my weekly ration of bile. Now to the part where I praise you all for being so smart and nice. First placers We Put the Gin in Vagina, I commend you for another quiz well quizzed, though I caution you not to try to put your team name into action. Second placers Jazz Hands, I hope to see you again soon so you can give some of our more complacent top dog teams a run for their money. And in third place, No Name, you continue to be a prince and princesses among men.
Finally, to the gal who tried to sign up for the e-mail list: Of course I lost your e-mail. If you write me at TuppyGlossop1@gmail.com, I will get you signed up. My apologies.