i have had a LONG love affair with jukeboxes. i remember going to dinner with my parents when i was wee and asking for a dollar for the juke box. i would picks songs i knew they liked and would get so excited when my songs were finally played. i would even ask for money when we were at a mexican restaurant and i had NO IDEA what any of the songs were.
as an adult, there is very little in the world that i love more than finding a bar with good booths and a well rounded juke box. the rocking horse in chicago was such place. we spent many an evening there last summer and we were almost always there long enough for two $5 visits to the jukebox. that particular juke box had talking heads, the clash, johnny cash, the staple singers, tom waits, flaming lips, ac/dc, new order, the replacements... there were songs i always played - back in black, for instance. every single time. but also never played more than one song by any band at a time. if someone doesn't particular love a band, i don't want to torture them.
tonight i fell in love with a new jukebox. we were at the matchbox lounge. shawn wanted to check out their burgers and said he read they had a good jukebox. i played a song from every cd in the first 6 and then had trouble choosing the other 19 because there were so many good songs. i went back to the table and was pleased with myself. i'd played loretta lynn, fugazi, the police, talking heads, the smiths, jane's addiction, ac/dc, led zepellin... but something went awry. the jukebox kept playing songs off the smiths - strangeways, here we come. somehow i'd managed to play the whole album. an employee kept coming out of the kitchen and saying " the smiths! AGAIN?" the bartender and a guy at the bar were giving me the stink eye. and shawn couldn't help but make fun of me. thankfully the jukebox kept playing songs by other bands in between the smiths. otherwise i'm certain we'd have been lynched.
i'd love to take kateri there when she's here next week but i don't know if the bartender will let me in. and if he does he may not let me anywhere near the jukebox.