The first time I ever went there was in 1989 to see a then-unknown band called Man, or Astroman? It's a small bar with a tiny stage. As far as I know it still exists to this day, and bands still play there. There are really no good live music venues in Montgomery, especially now that Bernie's Corner is no more (not that it was good, but at least it had character). PopCanon played this venue three or four times in the late 90's. The owner/booking guy is a world class DICK who gets a thrill out of making people feel small and stupid. Donny, the humble moderator of this website, almost started a giant brawl there one night while table dancing in a tutu.

Oh, I remember that. I had been eating meat all day, so that's what I blame it on. That or the booze, or the fact that this guy was being a total dick. I mean, here I am, dancing on the bar and flirting with his girlfriend, and taking sips of his Bloody Mary. Then I accidentally kick his drink onto his shirt. And he's gonna get pissed about that? What a heel! Anyways, he made Alyson Carrel cry and leave the bar. And about this time some other guy had grabbed Michael Murphy's bass ("Here man, play this!") WHILE he was trying to play. So we were all like "show's over" and I'm all like "Where's Alyson," and Mike's all like "Dude, that guy made her cry." And I'm all like "What the Fuck? I'll kick his ass!" So I'm all like "What did you say to Alyson, you fat motherfucker?" Becuase he was a bit stout, and I wanted my threatening question barbed with stinging insightful comment on his physicla appearance. An then he's all like "blah blah blah my shirt blah blah." And he's all up in my face and I'm all like "I'll kick your ass!" and his friend is trying to pull me away from him, and Ned is trying to pull this guy off me, and that's when I see the bouncer coming to save my ass, so I shove him and kick him in the gut. The gut of every frat-boy asshole who'se ever screamed "skynrd!!!" By the time this guy gets ready to take a swing at me, the bouncer's already grabbed him, and he misses and hits the lovely Bartender. THAT i feel bad about. But not for sucker-punching the guy just as backup arrives. I'm no fool! Afterwards, Aly yells at me for being drunk and stupid, and I blithely insist that "I'm in total control."