Bar Beat

Fairview Tuesdays: Neo-Soul and Cheap Booze

There was a fog advisory in effect Tuesday, but no amount of weather could hide the fact that I'm not black or a lesbian. The black thing is pretty clear, and although I have been mistaken for a woman in the line of duty, it was by a man who was hanging out on Fannin and seemed very high.

I wondered how that would play at the Fairview on a Tuesday, which a friend - a friend who used to work there - told me was "black lesbian night." It sounded like fun, but was it going to be "drinking with new friends" fun, or "shit, that was awkward" fun?

It was neither, because my friend was mistaken. The night he was thinking of happens sporadically. But I did stumble into DJ Sly Foxx's neo-soul video night, which is pretty much every Tuesday. First impressions were formed based on Maxwell videos and cheap drinks. This was going to be all right.

The specials include dollar wells (nine to midnight, also applies Wednesdays and Thursdays), $6 frozen cosmos, and $5 apple or watermelon martinis. But this is different from other Montrose bars that offer dollar wells. Boheme had to quit offering them because hipster hoodrats tagged the house next to the bar (classy little shitheads); Cecil's upped their prices a little bit yet still remains crowded, calculatedly dirty and sometimes violent.

At Fairview on Tuesdays, a good-size crowd packs a bar that on most other nights lacks a pulse. Maybe it's the age, or maybe it's hard to wild out to John Legend (not counting in the bedroom), but the maturity level seems much higher. There was a little bit of dancing. Drinks looked to be consumed slowly. A number of women sat on the shiny couches, looking good but apparently unnoticed. Guys, take note. These ladies are not dressed in laundry-day attire and you're dropping the ball here, like whoever directed the Jill Scott video in which she sings about taking a walk after dark as she walks around in the daytime.

My friend switched between the bar and the picnic tables on the patio, watching videos when possible and drinking well vodka. The only person who seemed out of sorts was an older white guy in a blazer who was sitting outside staring into his drink like it was wearing scrubs and just gave him some terrible news.

Everyone else enjoyed themselves until about midnight, when the event officially ends. The music kept going, but the crowd thinned out. My friend and I left around then, walking past the projection screen that advertises the night by projecting reversed videos through the bar's front windows and out to Fairview Street. Not like the DJ or bar needed it.

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Glenn Livet