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Feeding coins into Cedar Tavern's upstairs jukebox is the musical equivalent of playing sports: The overarching narrative is always the same, even as the details change. To wit: You may regard "Buffalo Soldier" (or "Heart of Glass," or "Going Mobile") as a home run. Naturally, about half of the drunken crowd agrees. There is a common bond thusly formed, although it could not exist without its opposition, Those Who Do Not Like Bob Marley. As if such an opposition were relevant in any way to Legend-soaked reality; as if it was not in essence arbitrary and ultimately meaningless. You can run, but you'll always come back home.
There's Winona sipping a drink. There's Turlington chatting with a guy who's not Ed Burns. Brad Pitt. Matt Dillon. Paltrow, Norton, Spacey. Is this Centro-Fly? Nope. Lot 61? Uh-uh. Just good ol' CEDAR TAVERN. No V.I.P. room, no Cristal, no goddamn Hiltons. So what the hell's the A-list doing here? "It's totally low-key," says a server. "People don't talk to them. They can come for a beer and a burger and not get bugged." More »
Feeding coins into CEDAR TAVERN's upstairs jukebox is the musical equivalent of playing sports: The overarching narrative is always the same, even as the details change. To wit: You may regard "Buffalo Soldier" (or "Heart of Glass," or "Going Mobile") as a home run. Naturally, about half of the drunken crowd agrees. There is a common bond thusly formed, although it could not exist without its opposition, Those Who Do Not Like Bob Marley. As if such an opposition were relevant in any way to... More »
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