My inner 80's self is hella mad.
I love my 80's/ early 90's music. Hardcore. That's all I listen to, so if I had a chance to go out and dance like no one's watching, then I will go. I was promised 80's music. What I got was a hot mess.
First, I understand that Thursday night isn't going to busy, which I don't care. I came to dance, boo. Don't care if it's 1 or 100 people there, I came to boogie! The front door was manned by a bouncer (really?) and a $5 entry that gives you a free shitty beer (Budweiser). The bartender was rude to my friend which set off the night perfectly :sarcasm:
So we're there and I'm getting a feel of the music. I then hear You Give Love a Bad Name..but not the original version. It was some mashed up techno crap. Wha?? I could hear Bon Jovi clutching his heart, his perfectly coifed hair swept in amazement of the sheer fucker. That made me sad. Then it made me mad. How dare they ruin such a masterpiece?
And then IT. KEPT. HAPPENING. I requested Electric Avenue (get it?) and of course I get the techno version. But that time I had enough and was out the door.
As if!