This thread reminded me of a wonderful story I heard about the late Bob Gibson. It supposibly happened in Seattle when Bob was very new to the banjo and performing. Just to get experience, and the occasional free beer, Bob and his brother (Richard??) would walk into taverns in the Wallingford district. The brother would unplug the juke box and Bob would start singing the few songs he know. He usually got considerable flack from the crowd, especially from the fellow that had put his money into the juke box.

Bob told us that ... THAT was where and how he learned to handle hecklers. CHEERS, Bob