Had fun at the Adema show in Houston. Always great to see Kris and the Bakersfield people. It is great they are out there doing shows and doing what they love!






Had fun at the Adema show in Houston. Always great to see Kris and the Bakersfield people. It is great they are out there doing shows and doing what they love!
Digital Jukeboxes Ruined the Dive Bar…I may have told this one before but I can’t find it.
In the 90s, during the dot-com era, I had the opportunity to propose my idea for a digital jukebox at the company that I worked at. Back then, jukeboxes played a significant role in bars, as they often determined whether the bar was a hit or a miss. Each jukebox had a unique selection of songs, providing insight into the bar’s atmosphere and the people who frequented it. Unfortunately, my idea did not come to fruition, as our company, like many others at that time, faced financial difficulties.
My concept involved implementing a digital jukebox system in bars. We would store the music library in a server room and allow bar owners to pick the jukebox’s song collection. The bar owners could choose the songs they wanted, which would then be loaded on the jukebox. Furthermore, they would have the flexibility to add or remove songs as they pleased but it would be a limited number of songs similar to a traditional jukebox.
This approach would have preserved the unique identity of each bar, with different establishments boasting different songs/themes. However, with the advent of high-speed internet and unlimited storage and streaming services, digital jukeboxes now have access to virtually every song or album ever recorded. Consequently, this has undermined the charm of the traditional dive bar jukebox experience. Nowadays, you’re just as likely to encounter a mix of Hank Williams Jr. and Justin Bieber to Spice Girls songs in what was once a seedy dive bar where you might have stumbled upon classic tracks by Hank Williams Sr. and Patsy Cline to Social Distortion.
To me the first thing I used to do when going into the bar is check out the jukebox as it told a story about the bar and the people in it.
The year was 1995. Some co-workers and some friends were heading to the East Hills Mall to see the movie Tank Girl. We may or may not have partaken…oh who am I kidding we were high as a kite.
We got to the movie theater and the movie started. BAM straight into action. Then a bit later WTF she was just captured now she is free…later on she is captured again. Then even later it was like they were doing the character intros to the movie…Did David Lynch direct this movie? I was high but it wasn’t like I did acid or anything like that…this movie was a trip…a trip on a roller coaster going backwards.
We found out later that whoever was running the camera had the reels out of order so, the movie was all mixed up…film movies were multiple reels.
It was not till a couple decades later that I saw the movie the way it was intended to be seen.
Back in the 80s and 90s, finding new music was a labor of love. We didn’t have the internet and fancy AI to make recommendations. Don’t get me wrong—I like technology and have still discovered great new music that I never heard of before. However, back then, it was a serious commitment to find new music.
Not only did I work in record stores; I lived in them. I would dig through the normal LP/CD bins, searching for anything that caught my eye. I even sifted through the boxes of music under the bins, looking for that one special song or band that no one had heard of yet. I’d gather a big stack of music, move to the listening station, and start listening—30-45 seconds of each song intro, then moving to the middle of the song to listen some more. I bought the ones that caught my attention, whether for personal listening, playing in clubs, or on the radio.
When I was in Bakersfield hosting X-Factor radio and in SLO hosting The Other Side, the labels sent so much music that it took days to sift through them all to decide what to play on my show. It was a huge commitment, but I made sure to find at least four new songs each week for my Sunday night radio show and at least one new song per week to play in the clubs I DJ’d at so it wouldn’t be the same thing every week.
On top of that, I scoured through magazines and zines, joined multiple BBS before the internet, and later, webrings and band websites in the early days of the internet. Finding new music was a lot of work, but it was fun work.
Back in my day, society wasn’t ready for this type of music. You couldn’t just type in a band name on Spotify with your little Doc Martens and dyed crazy-colored hair and have AI offer up recommendations. You had to go out in public. Walking down the street with blue hair, Docs, and a trench coat meant you might get into a fight with angry rednecks, the local college baseball team, the high school football team, or even the cops. I once took a fastball of a full beer can to the face from a future pro college baseball player. But I digress; this is about the search for music, not the lifestyle of the time.
Living in record stores was a fantastic time in life, and finding that one song or artist that no one had heard of yet was a special feeling. It was a lot of work, but it was so rewarding.
In the 90s before I worked at Cheap Thrills Music I was the Manager of Liquid CD in downtown SLO on Higuera st. I was the project manager/interface designer that had our music store on the web in the mid 90s selling music all over the world. We were ahead of our time.
In the 90s after a night out at the bars in SLO…TA’s (Tio Alberto’s) Burrito and 7-11 next door on Marsh st were a late night hang out. I had picked up my burrito and went next door to get a soda. I walk in and the kid (who I know from coming out to the Flats 80s nights) was working the counter and he had a look of despair on his face and a HUGE and I mean HUGE roll of lottery scratchers all over the counter.
I was like what’s up and what have you got yourself into? He explained he had 20 bucks and bought lottery tickets…didn’t win. Figured if he just “took” a few more lottery tickets he would get his money back and the money back from the ones he took (see where this is going)…it didn’t pay back so he “took” more and more and more to this mountain of tickets was all over the counter. He was like I am all in now…I can’t stop.
Now that I think about it I don’t think I ever saw that kid again. Either way he probably got a holiday out of it…either in jail or I like to think he hit it big and took off to Mexico for lobster and beer on the beach!
I’m a big fan of breakfast burritos. Back in the 90s, I used to live near Higuera street in SLO (San Luis Obispo), and I hardly ever drove anywhere being that close to downtown. I’d walk to work at Cheap Thrills Music, and one Monday morning, I swung by Linnaea’s Coffee shop on Garden St for a breakfast burrito. As I strolled down Higuera street eating my burrito, I spotted a girl walking towards me. Trying to be smooth, I hit her with a casual “Hey” and a head nod. To my surprise, she looked absolutely horrified, and I couldn’t figure out why. Anyway, I shrugged it off and carried on with my delicious breakfast burrito on my way to work.
When I got to Cheap Thrills, my coworker gave me the same horrified look and asked me what happened to me. Confused, I looked down and realized that I had sour cream (a lot of it) all over me – from the top of my hoodie, down to my pants, and even on my shoes. It was a complete mess, courtesy of that burrito. I was part shocked and part amused because the girl’s earlier reaction finally made sense. After cleaning up, I went on with my day.
It was a Monday and I used to DJ the 80s night at Tortilla Flats. After the club let out at 1:30am we would hang around out front and talk. That night, as I was recounting my morning mishap with friends, the girl from the encounter tapped me on the arm and revealed that she had been the one I ran into that morning. She froze up and didn’t know whether to tell me about the sour cream situation or to just keep walking. We all had a good laugh about it, and I figured that while it was a messy situation, it would make for a great story to tell for the rest of my life.