Reading this thread brought back a lot of great memories from the old days. Thanks, Art. I remember one night at the old No Exit. I was really sick with the flu and decided to sit that night while I sang. I was pretty low energy and was singing a slow, sad, song when suddenly I realized I'd been asleep - just put my head down on the guitar and fell out. I woke with a sickening feeling and slowly raised my head. The audience was patiently waiting for me to wake up and finish the song. Love those Chicago audiences. Dan