What a story! What a potential song, Bob.! And you were on foot?

First line: Behind the 8 ball in West Virginia . . .

John? Trim the smart talk and just keep SINGING! LOL


In a small town Ontario on the shores of Lake Ontario along 401, I once had a guy dance on stage in front of my vocal mic in the middle of a five-minute song - long brown shoulder-length hair, missing teeth, jeans and a torn t-shirt, waving his arms out to the sides with an open switchblade at the end of one. For once I said nothing, no facial expressions - nothing - just kept singing - at the end of the song I took a break and got off the stage leaving him dancing there with his buddies hooting.

Went back for the next set (didn't want to) and he watched me the rest of the night, occasionally flashing a toothless grin and waving the knife. It was in a hotel bar called the Green Door and a Saturday night. End of the night I got the hell out of town - threw the equipment in my Toyota and drove the two and half hours back to Ottawa.
Never went back - in fact I got married shortly thereafter - lot to be said for the home-life. LOL

Write the song Bob "Honky Tonk's Pool Hell and Bar". Ha

Cheers - Ian

Ian
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