Two events always stick out for me at Rainbo:
1. The night D.B. VelVeeda, Joe Marshall, and I closed the place and stumbled home to my Ukrainian Village apartment, happy as hell and babbling that we’d been teleported to a Bavarian Gingerbread village.
2. Krautrock Sundays with Rand Miller at the bar, mixing bloody marys while spinning Kraftwerk, Faust, Amon Düül II, NEU! and more. I remember one particularly enjoyable Sunday afternoon spent with my friend Steven Svymbersky, his wife Sherri, and their baby daughter Madeline. I don’t know why, but everything felt right and good in the world that day.
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