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Bartending, which, for better or worse, consumes a great deal of my time, is a subject that evidently interests people to no end — judging, at least, from the sheer number of questions I get on the matter — and often I’m asked: Ray, why bartending?
The answer is, my love of literature, which I felt bartending would best facilitate. I wasn’t wrong.
Years ago, when I dropped out of college and decided to be a writer, I very consciously chose bartending as my occupation. There have been other jobs, of course, many, many other jobs, but bartending is the one I’ve always come back to — in part because the money is good, in part also because bartending does, I think, lend itself to the literary lifestyle.
Still, many people out there who only know me through my books don’t, it seems, believe that I actually am a bartender. This question, in fact, refuses to die, I’m not quite sure why.
The video is some real-life footage of me at the jazz lounge where I work (music actual, amateur video-editing my own — thank you for watching)
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First, thank you for not calling yourself a “mixologist”.
Second, in your video I love the hint of a Bruce Buffer fake when serving up the first cocktail. Always keep them guessing!
Finally, for anyone who hasn’t had the opportunity to see you “live” … saying Ray is actually a bartender is like saying John Hiatt can actually write songs.
Hi Cindy.
You’re very kind. Thank you.
Bruce Buffer fake? your reference is as arcane as it is intriguing.
I do, for the record, loathe the term “mixologist” and would never in a billion years refer to myself as something so pedestrian.
Thank you for dropping by.
Hi Ray,
I was listening to a podcast with the comedian Larry Miller and I immediately thought of you. He read a poem called “A Drink with Something in It” by Ogden Nash.
There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth–
I think that perhaps it’s the gin.
Hiya Greg!
I really like that. I’d never heard it before. Another martini poem I like, by my favorite poet, begins:
In hell,
said Randall Jarrell,
Americans tell each other
How to make a martini.
Thank you for your comment, and thank you for dropping by.
What a fucking incredible ride! Thank you, Sir!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PZaTeQBpsDM
It’s been an incredible ride for me as well, friend.
I can’t even tell you …
She is always … you will always be … hope to witness what’s next, if not, such is life
https://youtu.be/NduGJ0F5sdI
If not!?
Perish the thought!