Ended up in a rock club last night called Purple Haze. Lots of beer and lots of young men ready to rock. A “DJ” played videos by the likes of Guns N Roses, Van Halen, Metallica, Rammstein and others, and the crowd absolutely completely loved it, singing along. Saw a guy in a Florida Gators sweatshirt rocking out, and, when I saw a guy wearing a Deicide t-shirt, I had to strike up a conversation. A couple of pitchers of beer later, and my attitude about Bangalore had considerably changed. It was a great night and made it clear exactly why so many people hold this city’s pub culture in such high regard. It was convivial and LOUD. Lots of fun. Sadly, it looks as though places like this are becoming the minority, replaced by higher-toned “restobars” and ultralounges. I got blocked from entering a dance club (Spinn) because I wasn’t wearing the right kind of shoes. A trip back to the hotel and a return to the place made me wish I had just stayed at Purple Haze, as it definitely wasn’t worth the effort. Very full of itself and pointlessly beautiful.
I’m going to see some more places in Bangalore tonight, but I’m cutting my stay here short so I can head back to my favorite city in the world, and breathe in a little more of that Mumbai air before I head home.