I think David was a bartender in LA. Or it might have been David who worked in the service industry as bartender. Either way they do a wonderful job painting the picture of an everyday bar in LA.
The description of the patrons are clever and offer an insight of how others may see us. Now I always wonder what a bartender secretly thinks of me, Am I the rabble rousers girls avoid or the mean old man who washes his hands of it all.
Personally I relate most with the clean up kid. “He keeps a low profile, Kick em he’ll smile thinks blood is his payment for losing” love this line.
I have finally come to the conclusion that there is a little of each patron in all of us,. Including the bartender who is the constant quiet observer who’s mere presence serves as a “Rock for the Forgotten”
I think David was a bartender in LA. Or it might have been David who worked in the service industry as bartender. Either way they do a wonderful job painting the picture of an everyday bar in LA.
The description of the patrons are clever and offer an insight of how others may see us. Now I always wonder what a bartender secretly thinks of me, Am I the rabble rousers girls avoid or the mean old man who washes his hands of it all.
Personally I relate most with the clean up kid. “He keeps a low profile, Kick em he’ll smile thinks blood is his payment for losing” love this line.
I have finally come to the conclusion that there is a little of each patron in all of us,. Including the bartender who is the constant quiet observer who’s mere presence serves as a “Rock for the Forgotten”
Happy listening