Forgive me for ranting away here. My third post of the soir. Someone on the Line cites, to have a great poet or performer or something like that one needs a great audience. Just tonight I got up on stage before the punters arrived and did a set - two sets actually. Paul, mon ami, says, play something they know. We're talking local Indonesians here. So I did the usual Hey Jude and Wait in Vain. To rrrrrrrrrapturous applause, mm. I thought fuck it I'm gonna do some Joni. I felt unfettered and alive. Free Man, Woodstock and Coyote. Paul loved it. By this time the slotted band were due to perform. Talk about rubbish! The most inane uninteresteing drivel. They were given the clap they so richly deserved. Great audiences. WTShake
