“No Dogs Allowed.” The Stinky Aching Dogs, a quirky quintet from 100 miles hence, took comic offense when they pulled up to the Bullfinch Friday night for a rousing, leash-tautening late set.
The sign which apparently suggested they vamoose the premises was brand, heightening the hilarity. One of the club’s oft-unseen owners had just had a run-in with an employee’s cur one afternoon the previous week. Figuring he could at least control his own domain, if not the alleyway just outside, he scrawled “No DoGs Alloud”—just like that—on a napkin and taped it next to the band schedule in the front window.
Just to play it safe, The Stinky Aching Dogs performed under an alias, the Dinky Steak Hogs, a reference to some lousy hamburgers they’d just eaten on the road.

Side Necked and Bony Fishes—no fish allowed!—at the Bullfish, uh, -finch… Holostet and The Trionyx at Hamilton’s, for Rock Science Nite… An Evening With Gavial & Closest Living Relatives at D’ollaire’s. Go see who attends, and blackmail them…