Two and a half decades looks good on the Saxon Pub. In the cutthroat live music capital, that type of longevity remains hard won. The neighborhood regulars that haunt the wood-hewn South Lamar songwriters’ sanctuary (capacity 150) might have sat at the original knights of the round table – and remain at the card table in the non-stage room. Chairs angle in toward the stage, surrounded by booths, all filled when Bob Schneider loads in Mondays with Lonelyland.
