And the gigs I did in '64 in Washington D.C.----a place called The CROW'S TOE. I opened the show for a gold-painted nearly nude exotic dancer named Robin. My third night into the gig I went into the men's room and Robin was stnading at the urinal doin' his thing. No value judgments here, good people, I was just was a little surprised. And this was 1964 after all. Stuff like this didn't happen real often. Knowing I'd be a Mudcatter some years into the future, I tucked this tale on my memory's back burner----until now.

This was Joe Hickerson's first year working at the ARCHIVE OF AMERICAN FOLKSONG at the venerable Library Of Congress. I do think he may have sent me to the CROW'S TOE to find a possible gig. Well, a hearty belated thanks, Mr. H. !!!

Art Thieme