If you're not afraid to get your hands dirty for a piece of Harlem's continuum on jazz history, venture uptown to St. Nick's Pub on the Corner of 149th Street at 773 Saint Nicholas Avenue. There you will meet people from all walks and corners of life; from the local alcoholic vagabond and ivy-league aficionado's to the Euro-Asian invasion eclipse of tourists. At St. Nick's Pub it's all good. Here the rickety tables are covered with plastic vinyl from the late sixties, soul food plates are microwaved and sold for five bucks, and the ceilings hang low with cheap ass Christmas lights. But somehow St. Nick's pub works by blending tons of local, original and sublime authentic charm. Once you experience live jazz at St. Nicks pub you'll want to find an apartment right around the corner.
At the Monday night jam session you will see, experience and discover the creativity, passion and expression of the music that gels the spirit of international humanity. The coronet, trombones with toilet plungers, scatting, beat poetry, fanatic drumming, are all examples of the die hards that sign up to share the primal human need of expression. St. Nicks pub is the twilight zone of jazz. The cover is only three bucks and the drinks are no more than seven. And if you want, you can hang out all night until four in the morning; St. Nicks is a true after-hours spot.
Not your contrived or polished Jazz space; Jazz purists will get their jones fix. Get there around 10pm and you'll get a good viewing seat and an experience that will remain a surreal memory.
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