ubi-sub-ubi

another place that is impossible to pronounce, let alone find.
i went here to see a «friend’s friend» who was headlining at a «local music night» with «some other cool bands». you know, the sort of thing that you’d never bother with unless you were on your best behavior with a relatively new date and was hoping to score.
the thin man is a well known joint; noisy and populated by local characters of all shapes and sizes.
ubi-​sub-​ubi is the dungeon down the back stairs.
it reminds one of a turkish rug shop, only with less rugs on the walls, better light and without the poisonous tea-​wallah.
the music was average, except for john common, who was brilliant, but there was a life-​threatening lack of alcohol service. with only 35 seats, it works well for the local grungey folk music scene; anyone who bothers to spend a night down here is probably related to the musicians, or wants to be.
another fun hideaway though, especially for those needing to find a dark corner to escape the wife and kids, with absolutely no chance of being spotted by the neighbors.
we need more of these in denver, however average they are.