|I hung out at the Rustic Inn most of the time. It was an old peoples bar that was tucked away on Hillhurst. Drinks were $1.85 and they let you run a tab. I kicked Jimmy's ass a bunch of times watching that damn hot dog rack go round and round.|
|Sometime in '88, the Hollywood in-crowd decided that the old drunk bars were cool, and they started drawing big crowds and ruining the atmosphere, (if you'd call it atmosphere). The Shamrock was an East Hollywood dive that got pirated and some goofball actually bought the place and started having bands. They gave all the regulars a courtesy card so you could get in and drink!|
|The closest bar to home was
"Jumbo's Clown Room". I got shit, but hell, I could walk there. Hollywood
was afoul with strip bars at this time, and you could hit 2 or 3 on the way home
Mark Opie and I got a hair up our ass and we dreamed up the "18 holes". One draft beer at a different strip bar from Van Nuys to Hollywood with hopes to make 18 different ones. We got to about #12 when we switched to booze and got too drunk. We needed a limo.
|I hung out at the Cat and Fiddle for a
while, at the bar. One night there was this kid in there crying in his beer about how he
was gonna miss his girl because the record was over and he was going back to the UK. A
veteran started in on the puke without sympathy, and summed up the town in 15 minutes.
"When a band gets signed there's money involved, and if they happen to sell records, there's a lot of money involved. The cottage industry of accountants, lawyers, managers, photographers, and yes even chicks, has been riding this gravy train for a long, long time".
She was already scoping out the next band.
|The Power House is on Highland and had
original old Sinatra and Patsy Cline on the juke. The crowd was a little rough.
If you liked Bourbon, this was the place. We counted 14 different sour mashes on the shelf one night. That's about all they had. Opie and I hung out here mostly after I left A&M. There was a rear entrance off the alley you could sneak out and take the back way home through the alley's to Franklin.
|The Coach and Horses was in Hollywood
proper and was a classic "red naugahide" booth special. We didn't go there too
often because you had to drive down Hollywood Blvd. to get home, and there were too many
Michael Petak liked this dive. We went there to celebrate after mixing the first "Carnival Art" record in Studio C, one of my first solo gig's.