
Erik Maza is a features reporter at the Baltimore Sun. He writes for several sections of the Sun paper and contributes weekly columns on music and nightlife. He also writes and edits the Midnight Sun blog. He often covers entertainment, business, and the business of entertainment. Occasionally, he writes about Four Loko, The Block, the liquor board, and those who practice "
simulated sex with a potted palm tree." Before The Sun, he was a reporter at the Miami New Times. He's also written for Miami magazine, the Orlando Sentinel, the Sarasota Herald Tribune and the Gainesville Sun. Got tips? Gripes? Pitches? He's reachable at
erik.maza@baltsun.com. Click
here to keep up with the dumb music he's listening to.
Midnight Sun covers Baltimore music, live entertainment, and nightlife news. On the blog, you'll find, among other things, concert announcements, breaking news, bars closings and openings, up-to-date coverage of crime in nightlife, new music, round-the-clock coverage of Virgin Mobile FreeFest, handy guides on bars staying open past 2 a.m. on New Year's Eve and those that carry Natty Boh on draft. Recurring features include seven-day nightlife guides, Concert News, guest reviews of bars and concerts, Wednesday Corkboard, and photo galleries, as well as reader-submitted photos. Thanks for reading.
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OUT OF THE GLENLIVET!!!!! this is an OUTRAGE!!!!
Posted by: ss2 | October 2, 2007 12:05 PM
Jacques Kelly, a co-worker and scotch drinker, said bars regularly run out of The Glenlivet, a fairly common brand.
He also said that his Aunt Millie never ran out of Glenlivet when she had her house in Woodlawn. Because in Woodlawn, in those days everybody drank scotch! Oh those times! The street car for a penny and My Aunt Mille would invite all the neighborhood men over for a glass or Glenlivet while we listened to the news of the day on the radio, and I developed a fondness for Broadway show tunes at aunt Mille's singalongs! I remember my aunt sending me to my room, which in those days was decorated with the gorgeously defined athletes from the Wheaties' boxes, when the men would come calling.
I also rememeber the smell of pancakes the next morning and some of the neighborhood men on the couch sleeping off their glasses of the golden spirit. It sure isn't like that in Baltimore, why one time my Aunt Mille was entertaining a few laborers.......
Posted by: J.M. Giordano | October 2, 2007 2:17 PM
when i was at power plant live sunday night, they were out of stella, too. i just figured i wasn't supposed to drink stella this weekend.
Posted by: Maryann | October 2, 2007 4:20 PM