We have recently been blessed with a new addition to The Rub family. Through a chance meeting at a Brian May book signing (giggle . . . ), Matt happened to meet a new friend, Scott Braun.
Over what was surely seemingly endless ours of waiting for an aging British rocker to mindlessly sign some illegible scrawl on a dust cover, Matt and Scott came to realize that they we sort of kindred spirits. Their shared affinity for music trivia became apparent early on: Seriously, who knew that Richie Kotzen was in Poison for a hot second after CC Deville left? Who had even heard of Richie Kotzen before the Winery Dogs? Who even knows the Winery Dogs?
And now when Scott is around the rest of us no longer have to stand idly by staring into space as Matt’s drones on about bands we’ve never heard of and their various personnel changes. But that’s only one aspect that Scott brings to the mix.
His photos are spectacular. It’s been rightly pointed out that in order to testify to his talents one need look no further than the fact that he can somehow make us look almost human. Some of the shots that he got at the Bitter End we amazing. He really has an eye for the rock photography thing.
You can see some of his other work at the Krazed Kat Kamera website.
Oh and as a lucky strike double bonus: he actually saw Be Bop Deluxe back in the day. What are the odds?
Happy to announce that the Rub’s Tour de Force continues. For those of you that know us well, you understand that this level of motivation and effort is a freakish anomaly. Thrilled to be playing at the legendary Bitter End on Friday March 7th. We”ll go on promptly at 9:00pm. More details to follow one the bill is finalized. Hope to see you all there.
Some sad news to report: Blaggard’s Pub, a place near and dear the The Rub’s heart has served it’s last pint of Guinness.
If we’re being honest with ourselves, we should be surprised that it lasted this long. The plumbing was barely working for the past 7 or 8 years, the food was barely edible and the place had a distinct smell that left your clothes smelling like Blaggard’s for days after your visit.
And we loved it. It was a staple location for pre-rehearsal beers and was responsible for more than a few “late arrivals” to Montana. Keiran, Don and Grelin were some of the best and friendliest bartenders you’ll find; thanks for everything fellas.
Of course, there’s always the sister establishment located somewhere else in midtown, affectionately known as “posh Blaggards” – but we don’t even really know where that one is. Give us “shit Blaggard’s” any time and we were very happy indeed.
Right in the shadow of Penn Station it was a go to location for every problem drinker headed down to the LIRR or NJ Transit which made for some great people watching. The always drunk married guy who sat in there with 3 or 4 phones in front of him working them all constantly. The girl with the silly hat that looked like a JiffyPop on her head. The girl who looked like Tootie from The Facts of Life. The list goes on forever.
I’m sure they liked watching us too. Although I’m not so sure they liked us when we’d put on Master of Puppets in attempt to get them to leave in order to take their bar seats. Oh, well . . . the end of an era . . . .
It was always tough to get a cab around there anyway.
post script: I have no Earthly idea how this place ever managed to get an “A” on their food inspection certificate (above).
It has come to our attention that Senior Santo is sometimes mistaken for the Brit Acid Jazz band’s frontman. We are legally precluded from posting Mon’s image on our site, but Jamiroquai is cooperating and will let us put his picture up. The resemblance really is uncanny.