Music, observed Ralph Waldo Emerson, and wine are one. True enough, and I'll make a concerted effort right off the bat here to suppress my English-major instincts and let it go at that.
Like most anyone else, my preferred way of spending weekends involves both lyrics and liquor, and damned if I'm not going to go out anytime I don't have to wake up early and knock a few back with the likeminded.
And certainly, there are no shortage of places in our fair town to do that sort of thing. A percentage limit the picking of music to the people behind the bar, but the majority, and the places worth going to the most, extend that power to the people. The truly egalitarian go the necessary extra mile and offer a variety wider than the \Rushmore"" soundtrack and Moby's .
