I used to love going to Martuni’s on the corner of Valencia and Market after work for a good old-fashioned $5 Martini, shaken and dirty. Martuni’s is an old-fashioned martini bar, doubling as a piano bar in the back room - where every night, after one (or five) vodka Martinis, ex-theater queens and their BFFs belt out the usual Liza and Judy to recapture the (dis)glories of the good old days. As a semi-gay bar in a gay neighborhood, Martuni’s surprisingly still manages to maintain much of its old-school charm. Absurdly pure, if you will - the perfect opposite to the purely absurd Rebel across the street (a dive bar doubling as a BBQ restaurant… Yup - you really can get it all in the Castro).
I greatly admired the place and couldn’t stop gushing about it to everyone I know. Which makes the event that happened last weekend all the more disheartening
Robbie Williams is really an amazing artist. He’s awesomely versatile in his music (and, as rumor has it, in other areas too). A lot of his songs speak directly to me. This one, in particular, has got me through a lot of lonely and depressing times.
There’s something beautifully bittersweet about this song.
If the devil himself walked this earth, he’d surely be working in P.R.
makes me kinda homesick