Last month my friend Saul asked me if I would paint the Dan's Bar logo on the wall behind where the bands play. For some reason I agreed to do this even though I have ZERO experience with this kind of thing. I was most likely drunk. Or I was hoping to be drunk in the very near future. I'll agree to almost any retarded scheme for the promise of booze.
I finally got some time in my schedule, so one day last week I got up bright and early and hustled down to the bar so I could get to work. The black parts on the sides of the tan area had already been painted previously by Jose so all I had to do was super-size the world's most poorly designed logo so it would horrify people with taste for miles around. I've tried for years to get Saul to redesign the logo, but he prefers the 'if it ain't broke' theory. And who am I to argue? I don't have my shit together enough to own a car of the non-death trap variety let alone a successful business.
Stay in the lines! Stay in the goddamn lines!
So like a good little worker bee I got right to work. And if my pants are any indicator, I'm VERY excited about painting the top of that D!
After I finished the second coat of white I painted some of the black around the letters, leaving a one inch-ish border of the wall color around everything to be painted silver later. Saul said that Jose would come in later that night and use a roller to finish painting the tan parts black so I didn't have to do everything.
Five minutes later I was painting the fucking tan parts black. I don't know how he does it, but if Saul's involved I always find myself doing things that I didn't think I was going to be doing. Luckily, he didn't really have anything else to do at that moment so he found himself painting the black areas too! All of his other lackeys must've been busy or something.
Saul loves the mural but isn't so sure how he feels about me.
The next day I came back and spent most of the day painting the silver around the edges of the logo. There aren't really any 'in-progress' painting pictures of this day because Saul was busy elsewhere and I had snapped at one of the grizzled old daytime regulars so none of them were talking to me anymore. Tim, one of the daytime bartenders, was odd and funny as usual, but he was working hard on getting the patrons riled up about dumb crap like royal weddings and hats so I didn't want to bother him by asking him to take pictures of me painting a comparatively uninteresting silver line.
The daytimers had been muttering all morning about how they didn't like the silver, because with the black it was the colors of the Oakland Raiders. Holy shit! You mean that black and silver NEVER coexisted in each other's vicinity before the Oakland Fucking Raiders INVENTED this color combination? They are geniuses! You know who are NOT geniuses? Daytime drunks.
One of those jackasses decided to tell me how much he didn't like the color that had been chosen for this part of the project that he had absolutely NOTHING to do with, so I said...
Sometimes I get crabby. I didn't really yell at him, but I did say those exact words and they were loud enough to make it clear to the entire bar that I was no longer seeking consultation of the retarded variety.
Later that night Saul took this picture of Zoo Station, an excellent U2 tribute band, getting things started at Dan's in front of my shiny new logo mural thing. I think it's cool the way it looks like it really glows when the spotlights hit the white and the silver.
I guess silver was the right color after all, motherfucker.