This week, I finally made it inside the Spitfire Saloon on West 117th in Lakewood. I’ve driven by that bar for two years, always noticing it for the naked man mannequins hanging off a balcony on the second floor. (Eminem would love it.) I used to suspect it was a kinky gay bar but it is, in fact, a punk rock dive bar.
Working for a booking company who will put anyone on stage makes me especially jealous of policies like theirs:
The coolest part of the night was not even entering the bar, but actually going down the back stairs to the dungeon area to the bathroom and running into an old friend. The jellyman!
Since there was a jellyman at the bottom of the stairs AND on the wall inside the girls’ bathroom, I guess the Lakewood jellyman artist is a punk rock chick who also rides the RTA. It could even be me (but it’s not).
