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December 5, 1998
The next question arrived on November 19, 1998
Totally,
First the part about why it takes so long: In one of my previous answers, I went into extensive detail on this particular matter. I would like to go over some of the key points from that answer. Unfortunately, I took some really good acid around that time and forgot everything I said. But it probably had something to do with my only seeing the guy with the computer (who originally gets the questions ) at the most, once a week. This results in a minimum one week delay and usually more than that. Thus, questions about specific dates & times, such as those about upcoming shows, may cause the asker to be become frustrated by the delay. I might suggest that curious Ask Dan readers try to steer away from questions requiring answers by a certain time. Instead you might want to Ask about things that would be answered with opinions or personal philosophy. Then, the only thing that would frustrate you would be trying to figure out my answer. Such as my response to Totally's first question about whether Lounge Ax or I am gay. The answer to both questions is no. It is possible that a few people might disagree with my saying that Lounge Ax is not gay. But I personally consider someone narrow-minded who thinks that just because we have naked men in a state of arousal kissing and fondling each other, it would automatically make us a gay bar. In going over your question, Totally, it occurs to me that it was the use of the word alternative that caused you to become concerned about whether Lounge Ax is gay. Considering that we a rock club, do you think it's possible that alternative refers to, oh, I don't know, maybe alternative M U S I C ? ? ! !
Anyway Totally, I hope I have put to rest any concerns you had about
whether or not Lounge Ax is gay. Feel free to come here any time feeling
totally secure. And if you play your cards right, you might even get our
bouncer, Big Bruce, to give you a wet, sloppy kiss.
Most venerable Dan,
Ash SF
Ash,
I can see how someone might take this answer as being somewhat vague. Therefore, in order to be my usual helpful self, I am listing some seasonal suggestions as to what people could wear to blend in at Lounge Ax.
Guys- A robe like the one Ghandi wore, cowboy boots and a beanie with a propeller on top. Girls- Tight leather shorts and an equally tight halter-top (is this what you meant by itty bitty tops from the Limited, whatever the hell the Limited is?) Guys- A scuba diving outfit, complete with flippers (the air tank is optional), and a ten-gallon hat. Girls- A really short mini-skirt and a wet t-shirt. Guys- A buckskin shirt, those stupid looking baggy shorts that basketball players wear, snowshoes and a construction workers helmet. Girls- Tight, skimpy denim shorts and a bikini top. Guys- A Hell's Angels leather jacket, bright red, green and blue plaid pants, platform gym shoes and an Abe Lincoln style top hat. Girls- Since Chicago winters are so cold, you'll need a warm coat. Once inside you can remove the coat to reveal that you are fashionably attired in ... absolutely nothing.
I trust that these hints will be helpful to those who are fashion
challenged. Now when you walk down the street, instead of people saying
"what the fuck is wrong with them?" They will say "Hey, they must be going
to Lounge Ax."
Monday, October 5, 1998 Helton, There are no advance tickets for Shellac. Just show up that night and pay the intelligent, good looking guy at the door (or someone else if I'm not there.) Now that we've got that out of the way, let's get to the heart of your question -- the part about the weather. Possibly, you're expecting me to blame the bad weather on you. Well, helton, it's not going to be that easy. Blaming the bad weather on you may be confusing cause and effect. Instead of the weather being bad because you go out to rock shows, maybe you go out to rock shows because the weather is bad. Maybe, deep down, you hate yourself. Maybe, because of this, you feel a need to punish yourself. Maybe you feel compelled to manifest this punishment by going out to rock shows when the weather is miserable. Or maybe...I'm just full of psychoanalytical bullshit.
Freudianly,
Most venerable Dan,
yours,
Jaime,
With this in mind I decided to take your problem right to the top. I attempted to contact president Clinton, but I was told that he was preoccupied with some legal matters. I was then put in touch with vice-president Gore. After exchanging pleasantries, I asked the vice-president whether there might be some way to get an 18 year-old in to see our Fuck show. I was startled to have our conversation abruptly terminated with a stern warning to never attempt to contact his office again. Later on, going over the conversation in my mind, the possibility occured to me that he might not know that Fuck is the name of a band. This lack of knowledge could have created a somewhat different meaning to my request. All of this does not do much good toward solving your problem, but at least I learned a valuable lesson: Be very careful about how I phrase questions.
Interrogativly,
Saturday, September 5, 1998 Imagine if you will, a dark, potent alley down near Pullaski. Lounge Ax is walking innocently and oh-so-debonair like down the alley when'st all of a sudden it stumbles across a gruff and lecherous harem of 40 Watt Club of Athens, GA; First Ave. Club of Minnepolis, MN; Cats's Cradle of Chapel Hill, NC; 9:30 of DC; La Luna of Portland, OR; and Neurolux of Boisie, ID. Lounge Ax shuffles it's pretentious Ian McKay style boot, glances at the shadows, and lunges at the harem in a brawl. Who wins and why? Lounge Ax or the harem?
Am just dying to know Dan. Frimbo, First off, Frimbo, I'd like to congratulate you for being resourceful. I understand that the drugs you've been using are difficult to find. I won't spend time dwelling on any of the following:
The American Heritage Dictionary defines a "harem" as: 1. A house or rooms reserved for the women of a Muslim household. 2. The women occupying a harem. I sincerly believe that in a physical confrontation, Lounge Ax should more than hold its own against six Muslim women. Also, Frimbo, I'll throw in some advice. I truly appreciate your imagination, but next time you might want to check with your doctor before you stop taking your medication.
pharmaceutically,
Monday, July 20, 1998
Most venerable Dan,
Colon,
Saturday, June 6, 1998
Steve,
Your reference to the cover charge seems to indicate that were it not for
the cover the financial situation would be less of a problem. Well, let
me tell you what would happen if we didn't charge a cover.
Since the cover charge goes to pay the bands, without a cover bands would
not play here. If the bands no longer played here, people would no longer
come here. If people didn't come here we would go out of business. If we
went out of business, the next time you came to see a rock show, instead
what you see is new place, with a clever name such as "The Gin Mill," and
a bunch of yuppies wearing baseball caps and stupid sport shirts with
white
tee-shirts underneath, and tan bermuda shorts or designer jeans and maybe
even sandals. And they'd all be watching the (choose one) (a)Cubs,
(b)White
Sox, (c)Bears, (d)Blackhawks - on some big screens.
And you know what Steve? It would all be your fault for complaining about
the cover.
So try not to be too upset. Remember, things could be much much worse.
optimistically,
April 24, 1998,
Darling Maux (I like the spelling),
Unfortunately, as you point out, I keep missing it. This would seem to
indicate that their plans are continuing to backfire.
I'm not sure whether it's they or me, but somebody needs to work on their
timing.
Saturday, April 25, 1998
Most venerable Dan,
Or shiny. One more question, if I may: Lounge Ax seems very proud of a
doorman
who makes people feel unwelcome, but when the back door yuppie tries to
make
Lounge Ax feel unwelcome, everyone cries real loud and then runs and gets
David Yow
to say something mean. Is it possible that your bad karma caused this
unfortunate
event to befall Lounge Ax?
Dear Bev:
Thanks for the question Bev, but I find some parts of it a little
confusing.
Such as my being a corncob. Is this a new expression that I have missed?
And who is favorite cow? Is this an Indian name? I don't even know any
Indians.
Also, I was not aware that there was such a puppy at the back door. I can
assure you that if the puppy had any bad carmels, they didn't come from
me.
I didn't even know carmels could go bad.
Anyway, I'm glad that with Mr. Anthony's help we were able to help you
out.
Obligingly,
Most venerable Dan,
Dear Rogue:
The term "in the buff" indicates being totally naked. While I have never
seen this happen in the photobooth, I have seen some evidence that it has
taken place. But considering that the photobooth curtain only comes down
to about mid-thigh, and that one or more pairs of naked legs rising from a
pile of discarded clothes might appear somewhat conspicuous, such
instances are extremely rare.
If however, you are interested in partial nudity, well,
that's a whole
different can of worms.
On numerous occasions, both when we are open and after hours, and both
inside and outside the of the photobooth, there have been photos taken of
various exposed body parts belonging to individuals of various sexes.
These photos have most frequently involved females, a situation, I have
concluded, is based on two factors:
Revealingly,
February 26, 1998
Neve,
Being the best doorman in Chicago is a nice distinction. Still, there are
other doormen at other rock clubs. But I thought that I had a chance to be
the only ONLY official doorknob at any rock club in the entire
city, or even on the whole world. It would have made a member of an very
elite group made up of just one person - me. Without any competition, I
would have had the "Knob of the Year" award locked up.
To add further to my chagrin, sometime later I happened to meet Helga, who
had applied for the job of door knob polisher, only to be told that Lounge
Ax does not employ doorknobs.
But don't worry Neve, I won't let this setback stop me. I vow to continue
to strive to attain my goal of being the first official doorknob at any
rock club anywhere.
The dream remains alive.
ambitiously,
February 6, 1998
Anyhow, the cop took my driver's license as bond and I didn't end up
getting it back until my court date, which was about 3 months later.
During this period, I missed a ton of great shows at Lounge Ax
because I was afraid to show up at your door and explain to you why I
didn't have my license. Sure, I had my ticket, which had all the
information from my license except the photo & organ donor status, but
still, I was afraid.
If this ever happens to me again, what should I do? I never had a fake ID
when I was under 21, and I don't want to get one when now that I'm
26...but I don't know if I can go another 3 months without going to Lounge
Ax again.
Sincerely,
Jay,
First of all, thanks for keeping your question brief. Listen Jay, the name
of this column (or whatever it's called on a computer) is ASK DAN, not Ask
Jay. If there is any rambling to be done I will be the one to do it. For
proof, see any ASK DAN answer, including this one.
As for your problem, there's more than one simple solution, including
either bring other I.D. to verify that the ticket is really yours or
getting a State of Illinois I.D.
which is
just like a driver's license only different.
Of Course, being an ASK DAN reader, the simple solution will never do
for you. Fortunately I have a few alternate solutions.
Civic mindedly,
January 30, 1998
Nasty,
As has been previously noted, I do not own a computer. This situation has
led to a somewhat cumbersome process for answering questions to ASK DAN.
In these times of rampant litigation, government intrusion into private
lives and devious, sleazy tabloid journalists, one cannot be too careful.
It has therefore been necessary to take certain precautions for security
purposes.
The ASK DAN questions arrive, via the internet, to an associate of mine
whom we shall refer to as Mr. Anthony. Mr. Anthony then delivers the
question to a secret address at 2438 N. Lincoln. After writing the answer,
I then get in a green '79 Mercury Marquis and drive around the block
bringing the answer to a secret address at 2438 N. Lincoln. There, the
answer is tied to the leg of a homing pigeon whom we will refer to as Mr.
Ira. Fortunately Mr. Ira is a good flyer. Unfortunately he is not too
smart. It takes Mr. Ira several days to make is way to a secret place at
2438 N. Lincoln. After retrieving the answer from Mr. Ira's leg I take it
one door south where I give the secret knock of three knocks, a pause and
then two more knocks. Either someone very short or someone bending over
real low, opens the mail slot near the bottom of the door. I say the
secret password
"cathulu" and the door opens.
I am then blindfolded and taken up one flight of stairs where the
blindfold is then removed. I enter a room where I absolutely positively
will not give the answer to anyone else in the world other than Mr.
Anthony, unless he is not there, in which case I will give it to whoever
is there.
By doing some computer stuff that I am unable to comprehend, Mr. Anthony
sends the answer to whoever is waiting for a reply. [Or really, posts it
to the website. ED.]
I would like to go into more detail about this whole mess, but
unfortunately, I don't have the time. I still have to look for that damn
February schedule.
expeditiously,
February 9, 1998
Rob,
Following are some examples of what I'm talking about. The parts in
quotation marks are from conversations, mostly on the phone, that actually
took place. The words in parenthesis are thoughts that I had but did not
really say, although I was tempted.
explicitly,
February 10, 1998
Adam,
I thought of becoming a horse of a different color, but that was already
used in "The Wizard of Oz" and I didn't want to be a copycat (which also
eliminates being a copycat.)
I also considered becoming some species of one-eyed snake, but knowing how
ASK DAN readers think, I figured that they might put some sexual
connotation on that choice.
In the interest of having the least amount of adjusting to do, I decided
to morph into a raccoon. Racoons are nocturnal, thrive in urban areas,
will eat almost anything and can be a nuisance.
Altogether, not much different than me.
zoologically,
Most venerable Dan,
Retard,
Stay in touch Retard. I'll talk to the owners about putting you on the
payroll.
optometrically,
January 21, 1998
Most venerable Dan,
Dear Tom,
But as far as using my "private comode" forget it. I'm already sharing it
with the Lounge Ax owners, most of the employees and more than a few
musicians.
Still, I may be able to help you. While waiting for a stall, you might
want to wear a sign which reads, "only peeing." This will eliminate from
consideration the possibility that you might want to engage in any of the
various activities that one might take part in while alone in a bathroom
stall. However, if you don't want to call attention to yourself with such
a sign, there is another possibility. With the proper padding and attire,
(if such things can be called appropriate) you might be able to pass
yourself off as a female. This would enable you to use the womens'
washroom where you should have no trouble getting the use of a stall.
I would only ask that if you attempt to use this method, please do a
really good job of looking like a girl. If our female customers thought a
guy was using their bathroom, it might tend to cut down a little on their
coming here.
January 18, 1998
Most venerable Dan,
two curious and slightly jealous admirers
Dear curious and slightly jealous,
I must compliment you on your most excellent timing. Her name is Katie.
Katie and I are both very free spirited. As you know, February is Oral Sex
Month, are we were looking for two other people to celebrate with. Since
there are two of you , we just need to make arrangements to - - just a
moment, the phone is ringing. Hold on, I'll be right back...
...hi, it's me again. Um, remember the part at the begining about
excellent timing? Well, cancel that thought.
That was two members of the Swedish Olympic Topless Bikini and Thong
Modelling Team on the phone. They were looking for two other people to
celebrate the February festivities with. In the interest of promoting
international relations, I told them that Katie and I would be glad to
participate with them. They accepted my generous offer.
Saturday, January 10, 1998
Most venerable Dan,
Dear James,
I would like to resolve to make it my goal to achieve world peace.
However, that's kind of a lot to bite off and I’m not quite sure just
exactly where to begin.
So instead, I think I'll resolve to get a blow-job. It may not be on the
scale of world peace, but all things considered, not a bad idea
With great anticipation,
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