Bumps in the Night

A long time ago in another lifetime, I worked at the fabled Brass Elephant Restaurant in Monrovia, California.  This place was attached to the Aztec Hotel which was designed by architect Robert Stacy-Judd in 1924 and was believed by many to be haunted.  Personally, I think it depended on how much you drank while you were on the premises and how open you were to that sort of thing.  I had my first adult beverage in a big person place (bar) at 18 in that place.  It did have a reputation for not following the rules, let’s just keep it at that.  When I left the area after I met Lawrence and I started having kids I stayed away from that place for almost 10 years, but somehow, once it’s in your blood, it never quite leaves you.  I wandered back into that place around the end of the 90’s when I got my first driver’s license.  Yes, I didn’t have a car license till I was 27.  I had only had a motorcycle license until then.  True story.  Anyhow, I became a regular and then started working there. We were all like a dysfunctional family during the entire run.  Even when I was fired for speaking my mind and then rehired when they were in a bind. The place had a little stage and every Friday and Saturday night they had a house band that would play.  Occasionally, I got to see some talented and famous musicians on that stage.  I even got to cook for a few.  I am shocked that I can still hear and wonder if the constant buzzing I hear is from the few years that I spent in the kitchen next to the stage.  Sometimes when I was frustrated and was trying not to throw objects in the kitchen I would start singing. If “I am Henry the Eighth I Am…Henry the Eighth I am I am!”  came tumbling out of my mouth it meant…run or bring her drink, she’s about to blow a gasket. Sometimes, I would sing because I knew the set because the house band never varied their list and I even had my own routine I would dance while I was making hot wings or whatever greasy item someone dared to eat.  Funny thing, I totally miss it and would give anything to be back in that kitchen and in that restaurant with those ghosts.  Often, we had to improvise as things never went as planned in that place.  Last night kind of reminded me a little of the Brass.  The guys on the stage were not the band that were advertised.  However, they were fabulous.  The dance floor was full and I thoroughly enjoyed watching those couples last night and silently wished what I was down there two-stepping.  I just love seeing familiar faces that my hubby and I have seen every time we walk into Lit Lounge on any given Thursday night.  Life is always changing and sometimes you have to enjoy the moments however and whenever they present themselves.  Not every moment has to be grand, or planned.

Today is Friday in the Coachella Valley.  My 49 year old bones actually feel good today.  Spring has finally arrived and I think I can put away the winter clothing for the year and welcome the festival weather to come.

Cheers to you and thank you for stopping by.  Have a fabulous day and yes, do that thing you know, that thing…


I was not fast enough to catch the entire song and it hurt to stand up but this is what I recorded last night at Lit Lounge.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Wonderful site. Plenty of useful information here.

    I’m sending it to several pals ans also sharing in delicious.

    And of course, thanks in your effort!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. artofthebeat says:

      Thank you for stopping by and have a wonderful day!


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