A Ceoli band I was in happened to be playing for the "New owner" celebration of a little establishment. After a few tunes, the new owner brought us each a beverage. As we all took a wee sip, a rather well oiled feller decided to begin some sort of theorum expounding exercise. The new owner cordially told him that the oratory group was in the back room, & patting him on the back, escorted the feller to the back door, gently pushed him through & into the alley, locking the door after him. The feller never returned. Moral of the story: don't talk louder than the band sips!?