Tonight, we performed in Chicago at a funky shipyard for deceased yachts. A bunch of people were there, but not many of them were paying attention. It was probably a good thing, because Duke was sick with a stomach virus. Bill, Brian and I played a half of a dozen songs by ourselves to give Duke a break in between sets.
Duke: The appropriate response is "What"?
People: You drink too much!
Duke: No, just say "What".
People: You drink too much!
We ended up playing longer than contracted, and we had a bunch of people tell us they really enjoyed the night. All but one guy, that is. He came up and asked if we were done, and when I told him yes, he said we should play more. I told him we were finished for the evening, and so he told me we "sucked" and we "don't deserve to play anywhere". Wow.
So, I can only guess he wanted us to play longer to see if we continued to "suck".
