Mooresville didn't know what hit them by the time Bill and I finished our three-hour set. Between the guy who kept making a wounded bull noise while asking for "Creed", and the two women in the back who wanted to hear "Someone To Watch Over Me", we had a difficult time explaining that we have a show to perform which doesn't include either one of those. Everybody had a blast, and people bought CDs while trying to figure out our crazy gig schedule. Anyone who reads this blog knows how difficult it is to explain what we do in a nutshell.
