Before the chairs go up, the bodily fluids are mopped, the tips are collected and the neon buzz is silenced on Danny Clift's last weekend as the owner of the best, little dive on the St. Mary's strip, there is still some bauchery to be de'd.
Clift who has owned The Mix since 1996 1/2 will hand over the keys on October 15th, but as his children, as he refers to his staff, suggest, let us not hang our heads in pity and self-wallowing but rather bereave with booze, lament with liquor, lift our spirits with spirits and still our hearts with hooch, for we have much to be thankful for.
Leading us in song on the last Saturday of Clift's tenure will be none other than Mix veterans Yoshimoto, who have been playing there longer than I've been legally allowed in. Bassist and longtime Mix bartender Jason Butterworth will no doubt be in rare form as he pulls double duty, serving the swill and rocking the cock, (I attempted to level the proverbial playing field, but "pounding the pus" sounds rather misogynistic, if not outright gratuitous). Yoshimoto sound like this:
Maneaters of Tsavo will also administer their pulsing riffage upon those pious enough to be in attendance. It will go something like this:
Come, let us mix and bay at the moon of the all-night, drug-prowling wolf.