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| - Build it and they will come, wasn't that the advice of the voice over narrative in Field of Dreams? This is how I feel about the downtown Phoenix area. As I drove through downtown (I got lost) trying to find the the Ruby Room, I wondered "where the F is everyone?" I have driven and walked through many cities on a Saturday night, but Phoenix was a ghost town. I know there are major plans for the downtown area (light rail dreams) but I just can't wait. (Insert Ruby Room Here) So I found the Ruby Room, and it is completely obscure and somewhat intimidating as you walk in. I paid the 5 buck cover for the bands to a bearded doorman with a kick@ss CJ jeep, and entered a dark, candle lite bar with deep red paint on the walls. the place was dead except for 3 people at the bar and the bar tender. It was about 9:45pm. I thought., ok should I go? I said what the hell and sat down. I am glad I did. After paying 3.75$ for a Guinness (amazing price) I started chatting with the same door man (who looked pretty tough) about the difference between Ren & Stympy and Pinky and the Brain. We debated what is a better show and why, and discussed the influence of the Ani-maniacs on modern day "adult swim" like cartoons. The bartender was cool and very attentive and the crowd (wid ranging) was mellow. The place filled up quickly and as Vic Masters performed. I would say this guy was a cross between Jay Bennett (Wilco, Minus 5) and Buddy Holly and Robin Williams. He did a musical performance act that told a story of his visit to the sun and meeting Nostradamus (basically a large white wig on a stick). It was funny, entertaining, and musically excellent. He actually had record albums he would just launch into the crowd as part of the show. I totally enjoyed this. I have to say this place has potential. If you like the art scene, dive-esque, musically oriented places, this place is for you. Drop your pretentious at the door, open your mind, and enter the Ruby Room. This is not a Scottsdale bar. It is somewhat hard to find, as Central Ave is a one way and could be deemed as a questionable neighborhood. The fact that someone keeps stealing their 50 pound cigarette astray that is outside (a large concrete object with sand in it) tells me, don't leave your car here overnight, but during the show they have a well lit parking lot, and the previously mentioned lover of Pinky and Brain Door man, watching over things. He even warned me of the one way street when I left, and told me where the cops were. Now that is service ;)
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