You know that old-timey Western saloon-looking joint, just north of Denver off of I-25?
It's called Grizzly Rose. It has line dancing, country music soirees and boasts past performances from the likes of Willie Nelson and Garth Brooks.
Well Ms. Rose has a little brother named Grizzly Rock. He's the one whose mom threw out his Bad Religion T-shirt, started a punk band in his garage and doesn't have a virgin trace of pale on his inked-up skin.
Grizzly Rock, 5255 W. 6th Ave., Denver, is a bit off the downtown beaten path, but since you love zombies and rock, let's talk.
The fifth annual March of the Zombies will be held at the rock joint on Saturday at 7 p.m. and is an all-ages
You won't be marching anywhere (except to the bar for shots), but you can watch a bunch of hot models who like to eat braaaaaaains. There will also be an art show, a fashion show as well as a live transformation of said sexy models into bloody, flesh-hungry bitches.
What's with all the rock talk, then?
Denver's favorite old-school punk band Reno Divorce will headline the show (those cats have been punking Denver hardcore since 2001), preceded by Denver's band Flash Mob (funk), Lost Point (rock) and Fallen and Forgotten (metal).
Now scream like you have a metal voice and shout "CAT MEME!"
Info: Saturday at 7 p.m.; marchzombies.com, $10
Howl at the Moon, 1735 19th St., Denver (303-291-0880), who replaced the dual-piano bar Sing Sing, turns a year old today and the party will be everything but a reverend cake-smashing, gap-toothed baby's birthday.
The basement joint, housed adjacent to Coors Field and next to Fado's Irish Pub, is celebrating with $1 Coors Light drafts and wells from 5 p.m.-8 p.m., $15 birthday buckets of booze all night long (mmmm), free admission all night (say whaaaat?) and after 9 p.m. $2 domestic beers and $3 wells.
Is the bar still in diapers?
Hopefully. Your delirium tremens is splashing your beer all over the floor. Shit, son, take a swig.
If you've never been to a piano bar, go. Two cheeky pianists share ends of a stage and play off each other with an ass full of sass.
Much like the city's burgeoning music scene, Denver comedy has been on a steady rise.
Look at Ben Kronberg. He ditched us for the Tinseltown of New York. To like, tinsel and stuff. Well, actually, to air a Comedy Central special.
Now he's back in Colorado to make us laugh like the bastards we can only aspire to be. Tonight at 9 p.m., the comedian will take the stage at the Oriental Theater, 4335 W. 44th Ave., Denver (720-420-0030), accompanied by comedians Will White, Aaron Urist and Sam Tallent.
Wear your panties so I don't slip in your urine. You laugh too hard.
Info: Tonight at 9 p.m.; theorientaltheater.com; $10