If the walls of Charley Magruders could talk, we would all be entertained until the end of time.  Since the club’s closing about fifteen years ago, the owner Butch Weaver, and the employees have become the walls.  I’ve told a few stories where I have changed the names of the guilty to appear innocent several times, but I’m not here to tell a story of some famous cat that walked through the doors of Charley Magruders.  I’m going to fill you in on one of the best jobs I have ever had.  Being a part of that Rock and Roll club was such an amazing time in my life.

The year is 1992 and I am leaving the Pump Club, one of the High Energy dance clubs that I worked at with one of my friends, Ginger.  We climbed into her 280Z and decided to head on over to a bar we had never been to before, Charley Magruders.  I had heard about it from my roommate Terry who also worked at the Pump Club with me.   He had been several times and he said if we wanted to hear some good rock and roll music that this was the place to be.  He may have mention that the club would be packed with beautiful women and boys with long hair dressed in leather jackets, but he had me sold at Rock and Roll.