I’ve been known to cut loose from time to time, but for the most part I’m a rather inhibited fellow. Constantly worried about how I’m perceived in the eyes of others, I am taciturn and reserved.
But try telling that to the folks down at Nutbush City Limits.
Seems every time I walk in that place, I’m up on the bar, jeans down around my ankles and posing for pictures I can only hope have disappeared from any hard drive in which they may have fleetingly resided.
In a community so overwrought with attitude that some bars actually have to advertise the fact that they harbor no attitude (and they’re wrong about 50% of the time) at Nutbush, they really mean it. Just regular guys doing ridiculous shit. That’s my idea of a good time!
And so they will be closing their hallowed doors this Sunday night. After over 30 years of serving the Chicagoland community, after being one of the only bars I’ve ever seen in which all races can hang, after all the pictures of Mikie I’ve taken (and there were approximately 18.2 million), Nutbush will fade away in the annals of gay history. I’m glad I got my slice of the pie while it was still warm. For your own slice, check out page 18.
And check out Chicago’s most talented singers at the kickoff night of Windy City Gay Idol, Sun., March 4 at Star Gaze!
kirk@windycitytimes.com