It was only because we were both blue eyed.. Other than that, I didn't see a resemblance. Out of all of them, he was the one I clicked with most. He was in the process of getting a divorce. They were married for six years and though I didn't know the details, I could certainly sympathize.
Then there was Joel and Mason Lane. They were brothers. Joel was the other guitar player, and Mason was the bassist. They were olive skinned, dark haired, with almost black eyes and complete goofballs. It was almost hard to be serious around them because they could turn anything into a joke or laughing matter. They were both incredible musicians, and Joel had amazing backup vocals on top of it.
Lastly, there was Tyler Knox. Tyler was part of the reason that the idea of originally signing GT was a bit awkward. Apparently, something went down between him, his long-term girlfriend, Kelsey, and Derek. Though the details are vague and sketchy, if I used my imagination it would give me nightmares. I could only try and envision about what actually went down. But hey, whatever floats your boat.
After spending almost ten consecutive hours between control boards and tracking, we wrapped up for the day. I asked Austin, Joel, and Mason if they wanted to grab a beer. Everyone else had families or girlfriends to tend to, and after today I felt like I deserved to treat myself. It was warmer than usual, and we could go to Pop's Pub. It was this run down, shithole of a bar that served mostly locals by Pop himself. Even though I usually didn't drink when I went there, the atmosphere was something I could appreciate. Good music and good company. There wasn't much that could make it better.
They didn't need any coaxing, and we piled into my 4Runner, heading down to the bar by the river. From the outside, it looked like a dilapidated shack. The inside wasn't much better. A small white sign hung above the door, deeming it was Pop's Bar. The sign on the front door was my favorite. It was when I was officially sold on this place.
Welcome to Pop's Bar
FREE BEER, TOPLESS BARTENDERS, FALSE ADVERTISING
WE DO, HOWEVER, HAVE BEER AS COLD AS YOUR EX'S HEART
BUY ONE BEER FOR THE PRICE OF TWO AND RECEIVE THE SECOND ABSOLUTELY FREE!
ON A SERIOUS NOTE:
We (I, Pop) reserve the right to refuse the right to serve you, especially if I don't like you
We (I, Pop) only take cash
We (I, Pop) decide when the bar closes
We (I, Pop) encourage generous tipping
PLEASE NO TEXTING YOUR EX AFTER 2AM
SORRY NO WI-FI, GET DRUNK AND TALK TO EACH OTHER
Leave your problems at the door, I don't want to hear about them. I will, however, help you drown them. Then I will call you a cab after you pay your tab .
Next to the sign, was a stack of cards with a smaller sign saying, "hiding from your wife? Take one.
POP'S HIDING FROM YOUR WIFE PHONE RATES:
$1- NOPE HE'S NOT HERE
$2- JUST MISSED HIM
$3- JUST HAD ONE AND LEFT
$4- HASN'T BEEN IN ALL DAY
$5- NEVER HEARD OF HIM
Essentially, Pop's was a man cave. The wood floors were original, unlevel and had notches in the wood. The tables didn't match, nor did the chairs. Antler chandeliers hung and dimly lit the space. A makeshift stage sat at the far end of the bar. The walls were wood paneled and outdated, but there was no sense in updating it, and frankly it added to the charm.
The bar sat front and center covered with license plates from all over, old tin signs and pinup photos from the 50's. Pop was a sixty-something, robust man with a hearty laugh and exceptional sense of humor when it suited him. He was a Vietnam vet and had some of the best stories.
About a year ago, Blake and I had stumbled across this place out of boredom. At first, neither of us were quite sure what to make of it, but since then it's become a place we frequent when we have the time. Even though I usually only drank club soda and Pop's would accuse me of losing my manhood, I still kept coming back.
I opened the door and led the guys inside. Their
Then there was Joel and Mason Lane. They were brothers. Joel was the other guitar player, and Mason was the bassist. They were olive skinned, dark haired, with almost black eyes and complete goofballs. It was almost hard to be serious around them because they could turn anything into a joke or laughing matter. They were both incredible musicians, and Joel had amazing backup vocals on top of it.
Lastly, there was Tyler Knox. Tyler was part of the reason that the idea of originally signing GT was a bit awkward. Apparently, something went down between him, his long-term girlfriend, Kelsey, and Derek. Though the details are vague and sketchy, if I used my imagination it would give me nightmares. I could only try and envision about what actually went down. But hey, whatever floats your boat.
After spending almost ten consecutive hours between control boards and tracking, we wrapped up for the day. I asked Austin, Joel, and Mason if they wanted to grab a beer. Everyone else had families or girlfriends to tend to, and after today I felt like I deserved to treat myself. It was warmer than usual, and we could go to Pop's Pub. It was this run down, shithole of a bar that served mostly locals by Pop himself. Even though I usually didn't drink when I went there, the atmosphere was something I could appreciate. Good music and good company. There wasn't much that could make it better.
They didn't need any coaxing, and we piled into my 4Runner, heading down to the bar by the river. From the outside, it looked like a dilapidated shack. The inside wasn't much better. A small white sign hung above the door, deeming it was Pop's Bar. The sign on the front door was my favorite. It was when I was officially sold on this place.
Welcome to Pop's Bar
FREE BEER, TOPLESS BARTENDERS, FALSE ADVERTISING
WE DO, HOWEVER, HAVE BEER AS COLD AS YOUR EX'S HEART
BUY ONE BEER FOR THE PRICE OF TWO AND RECEIVE THE SECOND ABSOLUTELY FREE!
ON A SERIOUS NOTE:
We (I, Pop) reserve the right to refuse the right to serve you, especially if I don't like you
We (I, Pop) only take cash
We (I, Pop) decide when the bar closes
We (I, Pop) encourage generous tipping
PLEASE NO TEXTING YOUR EX AFTER 2AM
SORRY NO WI-FI, GET DRUNK AND TALK TO EACH OTHER
Leave your problems at the door, I don't want to hear about them. I will, however, help you drown them. Then I will call you a cab after you pay your tab .
Next to the sign, was a stack of cards with a smaller sign saying, "hiding from your wife? Take one.
POP'S HIDING FROM YOUR WIFE PHONE RATES:
$1- NOPE HE'S NOT HERE
$2- JUST MISSED HIM
$3- JUST HAD ONE AND LEFT
$4- HASN'T BEEN IN ALL DAY
$5- NEVER HEARD OF HIM
Essentially, Pop's was a man cave. The wood floors were original, unlevel and had notches in the wood. The tables didn't match, nor did the chairs. Antler chandeliers hung and dimly lit the space. A makeshift stage sat at the far end of the bar. The walls were wood paneled and outdated, but there was no sense in updating it, and frankly it added to the charm.
The bar sat front and center covered with license plates from all over, old tin signs and pinup photos from the 50's. Pop was a sixty-something, robust man with a hearty laugh and exceptional sense of humor when it suited him. He was a Vietnam vet and had some of the best stories.
About a year ago, Blake and I had stumbled across this place out of boredom. At first, neither of us were quite sure what to make of it, but since then it's become a place we frequent when we have the time. Even though I usually only drank club soda and Pop's would accuse me of losing my manhood, I still kept coming back.
I opened the door and led the guys inside. Their
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