It never fails. So at least I can count on that. Besides the fact that no one NO ONE came to hear my songs (I am getting acclimated to the cold...) the two resident dogs at Landers brew walked out when we started the set with Harper's Ferry. I know that dogs don't do regret, so they could not relate, but still, there are graves and putrefaction references, you know, decay and such like....I thought dogs like that sorta thing?
At the very end we played HF again for Paul and Claudia who showed up like proverbial party saints--you know the ones who show up after all the liquor is gone and bring a fresh bottle...twas a comfort to hear Paul singing along from is first (and only) row seat...
My impression of the venue is that it is a place for White Guys. If a woman is to succeed there it can't be a cracking fossil-crone like yours truly, but rather a young 'un still a maid and refreshing to the eye. If you want the truth, come out to one of my sets. Otherwise, yeah, stay home.