Had another OMG moment last Monday.

Played a Cinco de Mayo gig at a cowboy/biker bar in town (spurs and bandannas crowd). Maybe a dozen people (who books a band on a Monday afternoon?), sulking at the bar, drowning their sorrows. If you're sitting in a bar at 2 PM on a Monday afternoon, you've got some sorrows. grin

Went through 4 sets, playing our hearts out to deafening silence, with a few exceptions. (Think The Blues Brothers at Bob's Country Bunker) laugh One of those "OK, let's just get through this, get the money and run" gigs. We figured that we wouldn't be doing a return performance in this place. No way.

Way.

After we'd finished and are tearing down, people start coming up and telling us they loved the music, really enjoyed it, yadayada. Some woman books us for a private party in August. Manager says everybody loved it, they want to have us back as soon as possible - then he bought us a beer. We looked at each other and said - "OMG - do you believe this?"

I only hope that next time is on a Sunday, when the place is packed. It's tough playing for an oil painting. grin