Friday, July 17, 2015
Once More Into Debauch
After a couple of years at The Delmar Lounge we picked up and moved a couple blocks to Meshuggah Cafe (they serve beer and wine, so yeah, "bar") and we've been happy there ever since.
Have you noticed it's become a thing? Since the prodigal St. Louis sons first set out to blow their Philadelphia inheritance on cheap thrills a whole damn bastard tribe has emerged to ravage the country. I've personally visited outposts in New York, Denver, Austin, Chicago, Indianapolis, Oxford, the Twin Cities, Corydon and Fayetteville. And I know of Los Angeles, Portland, Boston, Baltimore, Durham, Milwaukee, Iowa Ciy, San Francisco, San Diego, New Orleans, New New Brunswick, Norman and Washington D.C. Hell, we've spilled across our northern border to Toronto and Europe has thrown its hat in the ring to be the new dark continent with N@B-Glasgow having kicked off in 2015. (For more about our sordid history read these pieces by the likes of Keith Rawson at LitReactor, Jen Conley at The Los Angeles Review of Books)
Tomorrow begins a new chapter for Meshuggah - after 18 years in the capable hands of Patrick Liberto it's changing ownership. So tonight we debauch one last time at Meshuggah. Come join us for readings from Scott, Joseph Hirsch, John F.D. Taff and Liam Cassidy. We'll sell some books and hoist a couple in memory of our fallen comrade, Tom Piccirilli too. You should be there, for who knows what the future holds for N@B-STL.
Other than a motherfucker of a hangover.