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Free Philharmonic Concert, Drink Deals, and More!

By Trinessa Dubas
Summer isn’t even in full effect and this has got to be one of the hottest weeks in Columbia to get up and get out this year! Get yourself in gear and prepare to have one hell of time in Famously Hot Columbia.  Slow week?  Money Short?  Keep your head up as you read on.  You already know that I’ve got places for you to go without having much money to blow.
Wednesday Night (June 4th )

Mike Stone and the Kritikal Band

Mike Stone and the Kritikal Band will be live at Brickhouse. 7001 Parklane Rd. This brother is electric. Playing a mix of Jazz, Pop, Rhythm and Blues. The band is hot and building a strong following with the sweet vocals of lead Mike Stone (talk about making a grown woman blush). Show starts at 9p and cover is $10.
Get ready! This THURSDAY (June 5th) is FIRST THURSDAY ON MAIN!!!!

You don’t have to miss this. There should be no reason to miss this FREE gathering of artists and entertainment. First Thursday has expanded and now goes from the 1200 block of Main to the 1700 block. On the 1200 block it has just been announced the SC philharmonic will be performing an outdoor concert hosted at Certus Bank.  How do you look past a free concert by the Philharmonic? YOU DON’T.
 Moving up a block (1300) enter The Arcade.  It is an open house and there will be live music as you stroll. Visit some of the artist studios and enjoy refreshments. Also, stop into Cantina 76 for a margarita (2 for 1 original house special). I, personally, will skip the 1400 block because the Sheraton rooftop can be pretty expensive.
Head on up to the 1500 block and enjoy the artwork in places like Frame of Mind, Wine Down and Carolina Hair Studios.  Local artist Cassie Renee will also be performing at Carolina Hair Studio.
Palmetto y Luna presents outdoor music by Preach Jacobs “Arts in Motion”.  Make your way up to the Tapp’s building for art and fun. Trustus Theatre will be doing a snippet from the upcoming production Evil Dead, The Musical.  As with each and all of our past First Thursday’s there will be plenty to eat and drink.  Stop by one of the many food vendors and trucks.  All this in one night without spending more than 20 bucks (so I say!).  It all starts right after work. 6p until 10p.
Friday Night (June 6th)

 I and a host of artists in and around Columbia, will gather for One Last Hurrah Before the Curtain Falls at Workshop Theatre.  This will be a celebration of one of Columbia’s finest community theatres.  If you’ve loved the shows you’ve seen, been a part of the theatre scene or just want to gather with like minds, join us in celebrating Workshop’s history and the closing of its chapter in its current location.   Bittersweet, if I do say so myself. The celebration starts at 7.   Workshop Theatre. 1136 Bull St.
Later in the evening I am heading over to PT’s 1109 to cheer on Brock Henderson as he vies for Pride Talent All-Stars. Tickets at the door are $10 and money raised will go to Pride 25. There will be drink specials and Ms. Veronica la Blank will perform. Yaaaassss, Honey! PT’s. 1109 Assembly street. Doors will open early and the show will be promptly at 9p.
If you are daring enough this is also First Friday Lowbrow Cinema Explosion at The Nickelodeon.  Christopher Bickel hosts.  Hard Ticket To Hawaii. Show starts at 11p. Tickets are $10
Saturday evening (June 7th)

I am absolutely looking forward to catching Columbia City Jazz Dance Company Presents A Night At The Museum. This is one performance only and you don’t want to miss this group of young performers. They are beyond superb! (yes, I am biased, my sister teaches at the studio). Show starts at 7p and tickets are $10.
This is going to be such a fun week in Columbia! I hope that you are able to enjoy these fun outings and save. I won’t steer you wrong. And as always, you know that I am going to be out and about ( I don’t just write this stuff, I show up). So if you happen to see me stop and say hello.
Honey, I’ll see ya!
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Barcade 2014

By Marques Moore

I can’t help but suspect that maybe this title has been used before…

Recently, I ran into a buddy from karaoke (a subject that I will touch on in the future—I have a few insights) and he brought up seeing me over at Delaney’s in 5 Points. It was a Sunday. He noted how he only ever sees me there on Sundays, and the fact that I’m writing this should tell you that I’m about to tell you why that is.

So…Do you now or have you ever liked video games?  How do you feel about professional wrestling?  Do you think one or both of these things are completely ridiculous?  Okay, on that last one I need to say that no matter what you may have been thinking that the answer is and will always be “yes.”

Seems Legit…

That said, I’m back this week to shill for another little venture that has started up recently here in the Soda City! The Tough Shit Tournament started about a year and a half ago at Art Bar. The concept was simple. Competitors would face off in games for a given console such as the Nintendo Entertainment System that were randomly selected from a list of titles geared towards a contest setting.  Some games would be well-known while others would be obscure to the point of never having been played by anyone in the room.

Seriously, what the F*CK is this!?

 

That’s actually where the name of the tournament came from initially.

“What happens if you don’t even know how to play the game you get?”

“Tough shit, I guess…”*

And thus a legend was born. There was a considerable hiatus last year, but TST has come back with a new format, a new focus, new rules, and at a new location. Some of these changes are of no consequence to newcomers, but there are a few things you certainly should know.

First and foremost, this event thrives on audience engagement and participation like any other (*glances at the last entry he wrote*–…noticing a theme here…?). Cheer! Boo! If you can think of a chant or two, not only are we not stopping you but encouraging your worst impulses…Wait, I didn’t mean to say that. No, no, I did.

The other things you need to know are about the competition itself. There is a cap of 16 entries for the sake of time (trust me on that one). The structure is an elimination round, the winner’s bracket, the loser’s bracket, the tournament final, a grudge match (potentially), and then the championship match as a wrap-up.

I’m sure at this point you’re wondering why I mentioned pro wrestling before. Well, the key aspects that form of entertainment are rooted in are the personas and performances on display. One of the goals of the Tough Shit Tournament is to create a facsimile of that through the theatrics and exaggerated trash-talk that is already fairly common in the community of gaming. The results I’ll allow to speak for themselves.

Oh, we have a championship belt…

 

The tournaments are held monthly at Delaney’s on the last Sunday of the month. So far, we have held contests for the Nintendo, Sega Genesis, Super Nintendo, and Nintendo64—a first for the Tough Shit Tournament! This month, we turn back the clock and reintroduce the Atari 2600! There is no entry fee of any kind, and in fact, you can actually WIN money (of sorts) thanks to the tournament’s local sponsors Frankie’s Fun Park and Pixels and Pawns. Come and enjoy the festivities…or hijinks. You be the judge.

*–Paraphrasing, but that’s pretty much the exact exchange that occurred in the initial planning.

WHAT:  The Tough Shit Tournament

WHERE:  Delaney’s 

WHEN:  THIS SUNDAY May 25 @ 1PM

A Night Out: Part I

By Frank Thompson

The sun was hanging low in the sky and expectations tingled with possibilities as The Girl and I arrived at the first stop on our big evening out. Having opted for what I have dubbed the “Cricket/Thicket Hoop-De-Doo”, we were to enjoy cocktails at one of Soda City’s finest emporiums of sundries and refreshments, followed by dinner at the shrine to all that’s southern, fried, and artery-clogging good…

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Upon arrival at the L’il Cricket, one is immediately taken in by the delightful kitsch and pluckiness of the whole thing. The jaunty little chap in the cocked top hat, antennae raised as if in a cheery hello…the saucy non-contraction “L’il”, which always puts me in mind of a cockney newsboy or minor character in a Little Rascals short… (I must tell you all sometime about L’il Douglas, a person a couple of my friends thought they had accidentally killed under a mountain of dirt as children, only to see him emerge unscathed, still pretending to be a dog. Another story, another time).

Where was I? Oh yes, the L’il Cricket. It greets one with a promise of riches untold, assuming one’s idea of riches is a Snickers, some beef jerky, a pack of Marlboro Lights, two lottery tickets, this month’s AutoTrader, a pickled egg, a couple of fuzzy blue dice air fresheners and a Yoo-Hoo. If I just described your last year’s Christmas stocking, no offense intended.

Before feasting on the cornucopia of delights inside the Cricket, you will certainly wish to stroll the patio area, stopping to greet the locals who frequently congregate near the entrance, discussing issues of the day. Don’t let the fact that these issues often involve spare change, recently-found items of clothing and peeing in a milk jug deter you from having a listen. Many interesting things are to be learned here.

This is street theatre at its finest. Raw, unhinged at times, and generally improv-oriented, the plots are sometimes exciting, yet frequently similar. I have, myself, been told on at least six consecutive visits by a chap I call “Squeaky” (due to his low grumbling voice) that he needs only “a few more dollars” for bus fare to get to his wife and six children, who remained with the car when it broke down.

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The wife and children in reference have now been waiting for over a year, through cold and heat and wind, presumably without food or water. (Given my twisted sense of humor, I always envision one large skeleton and six small ones sitting roadside, with a “Have A Nice Day” bumper sticker on the car.) Having seen Squeaky in other places around town, I am tempted to have a “Broke Down Car Tour” t-shirt printed for him, listing all the locales he’s played…L’il Cricket, BP on Gervais, Richland Mall Shell Station…he’s been on the road with this show all season.

Another favorite is Old Annie, who, for better or worse, will go religious on you in a hurry. A dollar bill gets prayers and blessings showered upon the giver, but God help (pun intended) the poor shmuck who shrugs and says “sorry”. Curses and Biblical plagues going back to Moses and beyond are invoked, along with the suggestion that hell eternal awaits those who spent money on M&Ms Peanut candies and a Bud Light Lime instead of sharing with the less fortunate.

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Pale and wild-eyed, Old Annie is always in motion, swinging her stick at trees, those who dare to get in her way, passing squirrels, or sometimes just at nothing. She speaks in a bizarre dialect that sounds not unlike Gullah by way of New Jersey, mostly mumbled and peppered throughout with profanity. Her gnarled grasp is a firm one, especially when loudly thanking Jesus for the $1.19 you just handed her, and her voice is loud if not particularly soothing.

“Oh s#it! Gawdblessooo chile. De lord done sent BLESSINGS unto me, dat the truth. Dere is some good damn peoples in the WORLD, not all like that muddahfuggah what STOLE MY RAZOR!!!”

I can, of course, think of very few people over three years old and not having a seizure less qualified to own a razor, but when Old Annie told me this tale of woe, I simply nodded with grave concern and understanding.

The interior of the Cricket is intimate and cozy, with a definite sense of mood established by the overhead fluorescent lighting. Those among the patrons who recently found themselves released from prison will feel quite at home among the many security cameras and the no-nonsense demeanor of the counter clerk as well as the quality of hot food on offer.  I had to gasp and reflect for a moment on seeing Benji, Star Wars, and Raiders Of The Lost Ark in their original theatrical runs when I caught sight of the squeaky rotating hot dog carousel that I thought only existed in the movie theatres of the 70s and 80s.

Ancient dust-covered boxes of Ramen noodles share shelf space with bags of potato chips and Cheetos that barely have time to settle before being snatched up by ravenous kids or stoners with the munchies.

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The occasional bruised apple, pair of bananas or random mango can be found resting on the countertop, next to the cash register. What the hell is up with that, I cannot say.  Did the clerk decide to bring the contents of his crisper drawer to work in hopes of making a couple of bucks? Is there a slightly-dinged fruit market of which I am unaware? How does the supplier make any money when so few items are kept in stock? Did he find the fruit outside and just add it to the inventory? The world may never know. (Oh, and for the Gen-Xers who got the reference, yes, they have Tootsie Pops.)

At last the cocktail hour was upon us, and The Girl and I took a few minutes to peruse the offerings from the bar. Well, it was actually more like a mid-sized walk-in cooler, but there you are.) Wines of recent vintage (Yum! April!) were to be found, alongside the standard Bud/Miller/Coors and even an import or two. Granted, they were priced at convenience store rates, which means roughly twice the grocery store price, but no matter…we had drinking to do, and this was clearly a place that could accommodate us.

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Of special interest was the prominently-displayed row of “Forties”, those indelicate yet oh-so-satisfying beerlike bottles of torpedo juice that go so well with Funyuns, domestic disturbances, lost weekends in Topeka, and tattoos of indeterminate origin. I selected from among these worthies an insouciant little Olde English 800, complete with a semi-dampened brown paper bag as an accessory, while my lovely companion opted for a playful Boone’s Farm Colline des Fraises purchased in tandem with a “Little Red Solo Cup” not unlike the one of song- lyric fame.

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If one is in need of pornographic videos, there are several from which to choose on a rotating rack near the back of the Cricket. While these titles appear to be somewhat beyond the mainstream, even for the nekkid movie industry, one must applaud the entrepreneurial spirit clearly embodied by the producers. While I would never suggest that Amateur Booty #14 and Here Comes The Mailman, Part 19 were shot simultaneously, with the same actors and set, such does seem to be the case. While I wish only the best for the careers of Edmund “Tripod” Jones and Dakota Juggs, they may want to sign with a more discriminating studio if they seek the kind of widespread distribution (pun most definitely intended) enjoyed by the bigger stars whose movies actually make it to the internet.

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Having paid up and made our farewells, The Girl and I briefly considered investing in either a pine tree air freshener or Yosemite Sam mudflaps for future gift-giving occasions, but decided time was getting away from us, and repaired to the car for our aperitifs. Both were rather heady, but manageable when handled with care. The Olde English definitely put one in mind of something William The Normand would have swilled from an earthen grog chalice, while the Boone’s took us back to high school with all its upchucking-in-the-bushes-no-mom-I-swear-I-haven’t-been-drinking nostalgia. Tossing Old Annie a buck and a crisp salute as we drove away, we were showered with the love of the deity by way of His profane, croaking prophet of the convenience store parking lot. Next stop, dinner…

To be continued…