For those that remember The Cocktail Lounges of the 60s and early 70s. Those posh palaces of pure pleasure with carpeted walls, dark secluded booths, postage stamp dance floors, and a lone entertainer securely entrenched behind an organ or piano. A wonderful place to relax, sip a gimlet and impress that special woman in your life. This site is dedicated to those, like me, that sat behind those B-3s or out of tune pianos. I miss the carpeted walls, flocked wall paper in the men's room and drunks leaning over the front of my organ, but at 62 the only one I have to please is myself. Thank God because my fingers don't move like they used to, I can't remember the bridge to half the songs and my prostate wont let me make it through a whole forty five minute set. I hope you remember that when you listen to this old Lounge Lizard play.
Thanks For Listening
Bob Hays