Brown York looked at the dilapidated telephone booth in front of him with an excited look. The green paint of this telephone booth was mottled. It seemed to have been hit by countless winds and rains, but it was nothing special. It was just one of the countless telephone booths on the streets of Los Angeles, but Brown could not suppress his excitement.

Dan.durning, who was standing aside, saw Brown's expression, wanted to speak, but finally swallowed the words to his mouth. Brown said excitedly, "I'm going to come in from the phone booth, where are you? Or are you going in from the hot dog shop?"

Behind Brown, in addition to Dan, there were three people, who were also looking forward to look expectant, which made Dan suppress his inner uneasiness and said nothing. Black Blu (black.b) started yelling, "I'm going to enter the hot dog shop, the hot dog shop." Then he looked at his companion, "Jonathan, where are you?"

Jonathan Penner pointed to the telephone booth, "I've heard that you can enter from the telephone booth, aren't you curious?"

"What about you guys?" Black looked at Dan and the last man, Clay Weber.

Dan and Clay looked at each other, and then answered in unison, "Hot Dog Shop."

At this time, Brown could not wait, "Let's go!" While shouting, he rushed towards the telephone booth. The others did not hesitate anymore and divided into two batches. One group followed Brown into the telephone booth, and the other group walked to a hot dog shop five steps away next to the telephone booth.

Brown and Jonathan walked into the phone booth, then Brown picked up the phone receiver and whispered something. Then he saw the ground at the foot of the phone booth actually descending. Brown and Jonathan gradually disappeared into the phone booth, looking like a scene in an agent's movie.

This is actually a bar called Death Valley. This bar is very secretive. Only a few veteran players in Los Angeles know about it. They never do publicity, but just spread word among members, spreading news bit by bit. Many bar lovers have heard of this bar, but they can never find the address and cannot enter it. Death Valley is also known as the most mysterious professional bar in the West Coast of the United States.

There are two entrances to the Death Canyon, one is the green telephone booth, which is entered by a lift; the other is the wall of the hot dog shop next to it. This is usually a normal hot dog shop, but after 8 o'clock in the evening, the wall on the east side of the hot dog shop can be pushed open, like a revolving door, and you can see the stairs extending downwards and enter this underground bar.

The unique entrance is naturally a major feature of the "Death Canyon". Many people can't find the gate even if they find it nearby, so they can't enter. However, the way to enter is not a famous magic weapon for the bar. This bar is known as the most authentic whiskey and top beers from all over the world. If you are lucky, you can also find agaves and vodka from Russia.

It is these high-quality wine supply that attracts countless veteran players.

Brown slowly descended with a lift, and then the entire bar was slowly caught in his sight. Contrary to his reputation, the inside of the bar looked bad, the messy tables, the burial walls, and the dim and confused light made the inside of the "Death Canyon" look like an underground bar place during the Prohibition period, and it was all about dock porters and construction workers, where only those struggling on the poverty line would gather.

This is really surprising, and it is incompatible with the prosperous scene of Los Angeles, the second largest city in the United States, as if it is traveling through time and space. But if you think about it carefully, this arrangement is just a wonderful response to the entrance of the telephone booth and hot dog shop, and the name of the underground bar is completely implemented.

No wonder Death Canyon is so famous, it is indeed well-known.

Brown and Jonathan looked around curiously and walked into the bar. After only thirty seconds, the other three people who were walking together also appeared.

Looking at Brown who was excited to go to the bar to order wine, Dan finally couldn't help it and shouted Brown, "We have a performance task, aren't we? It's time to drink after the performance."

Brown couldn't help but feel excited, "Beer, I want a bottle of beer, it's not going to be affected." Then he broke free from Dan's right hand and walked straight to the bar. Black and Jonathan also persuaded Dan, "It's just a bottle of beer, nothing will happen." Then he followed closely.

Clay patted Dan on the shoulder, "Don't worry, he has such a good alcohol tolerance, and a glass of beer won't be bad."

Dan sighed, "That's all we can do. So do we need to go to the bar owner first? Or how about it?"

Clay looked around, "After saying hello to the bartender, then we can go on stage at half past ten." Then his eyes locked at the bar, "It seems we still have to go to the bar once." In desperation, Clay and Dan hurriedly took a step and walked towards the bar.

When the two of them arrived at the bar, they saw Brown with a surprise expression on his face, "Super Al! Are you actually working as a bartender here?"

Green Hill stood at the counter and looked at Brown in surprise, trying to recall this face, but found some difficulties, "Have we met at Al Bar before?" Green did not answer Brown's question directly. In fact, Death Canyon also belongs to Green's own industry. Al Bar on Poor Street is a rock gathering place, but the positioning of this Death Canyon is even more different. It is more about restoring the situation during the prohibition period. Everyone concealed the government and gathered quietly, enjoying the joy brought by the secretly smuggled alcohol, and was drunk and dreaming.

"Brown, Brown York!" Brown introduced himself excitedly. After finding that Green still did not respond, he had to add, "A new day!"

Green suddenly realized.

Brown in front of him was actually a member of the new day, that is, the band that Fukin once belonged to. Green immediately awakened his memory. A new day was well-known in the underground rock circle, but Fukin and another member Aaron Day were swept out. After that, Brown, Jonathan and Black three members gathered Dan and Clay to form a new day again.

After setting out again, although the development of a new day was a bit tortuous, it was still developing upward overall. They soon signed a contract with New League Records, which belongs to Independent Rock Temple SST Records. Although New League is only one of its independent labels, their ability to take a look at the New Day still shows the strength of this band.

It’s a pity that as a leader in independent rock, the competition is naturally more intense. The album, which was originally scheduled to be released at the beginning of this year, has been repeatedly pushed forward for many reasons. On the one hand, the competition within the company is very hot, and limited resources are naturally more tense; on the other hand, the recording work of the new day is not progressing smoothly, and it also takes a running-in period after joining two new members.

The album that was a brand new day was pushed back three times, and then it was released in September. Unfortunately, the entire music market was cheering for the glory of "bathing in the morning light". It was not easy for newcomers to make a comeback, which also made the new day fail in the record market. In the past three months, the album has only sold 100,000 copies.

However, New League Records obviously had been prepared for this, so they arranged a new day to start accumulating strength through a tour. Unlike the previous tour method of glory walking on the road until death, a new day was to sing in various professional bars. This method was also very popular. As early as the 1950s and 1960s, when folk songs were in its heyday, the way of bar tour was the most important way for singers to find a way out. Since then, music including rock, jazz, pop, rhythm and blues have all started to make its fortune in bars.

However, three months are still too short. Generally speaking, it is difficult for underground rock bands to make a fortune without a year or two. Alien like Glory to Death has been brewing for more than seven months, not to mention Pearl Sauce and Nirvana bands that have been settled for more than two years.

Therefore, the new day is still in the process of continuous tours.

Today, a brand new day can be invited to the Death Canyon, which can also prove that they have gained a certain reputation in the circle.

Green didn't know much about the bar singer invitations, and others were responsible for these trivial matters, but when Green realized what Brown meant, his expression suddenly became a little playful, "So, are you performing here today?"

"Yes, that one at half past ten." Brown said with a smile. He knew that Death Canyon was the top presence of the Los Angeles underground bar. He also knew that Green's strong influence on the underground rock circle. Al Bar has been the largest gathering place for underground rock bands. So, if you can show off your skills in front of Green today, this can definitely be said to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which makes him even more excited.

Green watched the other teammates gathered in the new day, and nodded politely, "What do you want? Even if I am mine in the first round today, I wish you a successful performance." At half past ten, this time period is not good or bad, and it is just a matter of course. However, when thinking about the guests of the performance at 10 o'clock today, Green felt that he couldn't stop smiling. Should he say it was luck? Or bad fate?

Brown didn't think so much about it. He could make Green pay for it. This was a good opportunity to get closer. "Beer, thank you!"

Looking at Greene, applause suddenly came from the bar at this moment. Brown looked back and saw a person walking onto the stage. However, the angle here was a bit off, so he could only see the side face, but not the front of the stage. "Are the performing guests going to play?"

Green opened a bottle of beer and handed it to Brown, stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Yes, the guest at the performance at 10 o'clock is on the stage. It's a, uh, old friend, good friend, give me face today, and make a guest appearance here, just a fun game. If you are interested, you can enjoy it."
Chapter completed!