also I can’t remember being to a club that actually closed before I was either totally fucken toasted or bored so I don’t know these closing songs. I usually got kicked out before then.
The bar I worked at in my early 20s used to use New York New York by Frank Sinatra as it’s closing song. Which seemed like an odd choice for an Irish bar. At least to me.
Then 9/11 happened so they switched it up to a Frank Bennett cover of Radiohead’s Creep, which was much cooler.
Oh man, I still recall being roasted for playing the War on Drugs as the ultimate boring dad rock. This one takes the formula, adds worse vocals and a pretty average tune, so in the spirit of having held onto salt for 18 months this is a no
Sort of reminds me more of a Tom Petty song, had been in a melancholy mood since Saturday, suffering a “Daycare” head cold, seeing if a beer might shake that