They play everywhere, anywhere and nowhere. I recall as a young fool about the age of seventeen going to see a Byrds concert in West Covina, California. After the concert, while standing at the entrance ramp hitching a ride back to L.A., the Byrds limo drove right by me - they waved but failed to pick me up. About twenty years later I went to see Roger McGuinn in Dallas at a disco rock-n-roll club for $5.
They played disco/dance music until 9pm then brough Roger out on a stool with an acoustic guitar and he sang Byrds songs for about an hour (maybe 100 people)and then they turned the disco back on and he left. He got into a broken down old Plymouth automobile with a friend and drove off. I didn't get a ride that time either, but by then I didn't need it.

I saw Roger a few years later when Dallas' West End opened up and they had a rather large bar that was a "standing only" bar. I just happened to be down there one night and walked in to learn that Roger McGuinn was soon to show up on stage. He walked out with a Rickenbacker electric twelve string and played Byrds songs for about two hours for about three or four hundrend folks.

It was a full house and I remember standing on a stairway next to a fourteen year old girl (to get a better view)who was singing the words to almost every song he performed. I looked at her and with a aire of humor told her that she didn't even know who this guy was and how did she know all the lyrics? She smiled and told me that the guy up there was Roger McGuinn, formerly Jim McGuinn who was the leader of the old Byrds and that she liked her parents records.

The last time I saw McGuinn was on t.v. as part of a tribute to Bob Dylan. Like I said, anywhere, everywhere and nowhere.
Down the road,....................Michael William Harrison