I was supposed to play at it. Main stage. They flew me up from NYC and gave me a hotel room, etc. Day of the performance came andd I arrived two hours early. Then they dropped the bomb. "You will of course be wearing a tuxedo." I thought it was a joke. It wasn't. So, I countered with, "I'll do that, but I insist I wear a bunch of green grapes instead of a tie." They balked. I asked if purple grapes would resolve the situation. They said no. So, I told them I'd not be going on stage and what the hell kind of arsehole would ask a jeans and t-shirt guy to wear a TUX? I went to the hotle room to pack but noticed a fridge. It was full as was a cabinet beside it. I called about ten musicians I knew in town and invited them to the room for free refreshments and some music. The police arrived to quiet us all down at about 3:00 AM. (It was the damned drummer. Drummers get outta hand real easy. Half a bottle of rye and he was loud and noisy. Drummers.)

I returned to NYC that afternoon. The broadcasting company that had hired me was pissed at ne for over five years. I did write to them and say that a $658 bar bill was nothing to be ticked about. Hell, that was mostly the drummer and the blues singers. Anyway, It was a great Exposition.