Live Blog: 24 Consecutive Hours at Pop's Nightclub
Sunday, March 9, 2014 - 1:34am
IT'S ALL HAPPENING. A big change just happened here. DJ Big J just took over, cranked up the music and turned on the lasers. And 40 people walked through the door in the last few minutes. IT'S ON.
Sunday, March 9, 2014 - 1:26am
I'm kinda big on life anniversaries, and it occurs to me that exactly one year ago today/tonight, I did the most monumentally stupid thing that I've ever done in my adult life. It involved an adventure to a different establishment not too far from here. I'm not giving up any details; you'll have to wait for my memoirs.
Sunday, March 9, 2014 - 12:23am
I'VE BEEN HERE FOR TWELVE HOURS. The place is filling out. I am fueled on broccoli and ready ready ready.
Sunday, March 9, 2014 - 12:09am
I have solved the greatest mystery of Pop's. If you've ever been here, you've probably seen these signs on the wall with seemingly random letters on them. The signs light up in parts, illuminating certain letters. Before tonight, I'd figured out that the sign is a security alert system. But with the help of my new Pop's employee friends, tonight I learned that the letters correspond to different areas of the club and are lit up when an employee sees some kind of potential problem happening (a fight or something) to alert security and other workers.
Wanna learn how to decode the system? I have the key.
WSRRWBUB SB PB DJ L E M G N
WS - WEST STAGE
RR - REAR RESTROOM
WB - WEST BALCONY
UB - UPSTAIRS BAR
SB - SOUTH BAR
PB - PRODUCTION BOARD
DJ - DJ BOOTH
L - LOBBY
E - EXIT
M - MAIN BAR
G - GAME ROOM
N - NORTH DOOR (PATIO)
Saturday, March 8, 2014 - 10:31
Saturday, March 8, 2014 - 10:16pm
Sports sounds off, music on. The night at Pop's has begun.
Saturday, March 8, 2014 - 9:25pm
Dinner time! I got hungry so I went next door to the Penthouse Club and picked up some steamed broccoli. Yes, I saw some breasts there. No, I don't have pictures of that. I did see a dancer helping an old man use his iPhone, though.
Saturday, March 8, 2014 - 8:08pm
Bartender Brian Werner tells me that he has a YouTube channel where he uploads clips from virtually every band that plays at Pop's. This will be good for my research. Check it out here.
Saturday, March 8, 2014 - 7:20pm
Took a nice little break for a bit. Talked with the awesome employees here and heard lots of great stories -- like how Pop's accidentally booked Nickelback back in 2000 on a metal show assuming they were a different metal band.
Saturday, March 8, 2014 - 5:55pm
I was just sitting here wondering if I've ever written about Pop's before today. I don't think I have, but I remembered talking about this place in an interview quite a few years back. I've interviewed Kelley Deal of the Breeders a few times, but on this occasion in 2008 the Breeders were due to play at Pop's.
Me: So you're gonna come here to St. Louis. Do you know about the place you're playing? It's kind of like that place you'd go to see a Journey cover band.
Kelley: Ha! The place that we're playing there? Really? Oh God, I hate when you tell me shit like that, it's so weird!
Me: No, it's a fun place, but it's in East St. Louis, and it's sort of like, you have to stay on that street or you die.
Me: So don't go roamin' around there.
Kelley: OK. I mean, will people not come because of the location?
Me: No, you can totally go there, you just have to go straight there and then leave. Its like, in the middle of a couple of strip clubs.
Kelley: I can take my clothes off, that's what you're saying?
Me: Well, uh, next door at least. Or, uh, probably there, too. It's your show.
Kelley: I'll just take 'em off there, too.
[I was at the show. She didn't take off her clothes. Tease.]
Saturday, March 8, 2014 - 4:57pm
It's just me and one other guy here now. A pretty girl just came in and picked up a paper (job application? pay check?), but then she left. She had nice boots. If you ever need a place to host a party, try Pop's on a Saturday afternoon. You'll have the place to yourself with no rental fee!
Saturday, March 8, 2014 - 4:02pm
If I start losing my mind later, remind me that things could be worse. At least I'm not live-blogging Billy freaking Corgan playing a faux-intellectual eight-hour jam. The horror.
Continue to the next page for earlier dispatches.