Last night I took Alaska Mike's daughter to a pub in Portland to hear the local singer-songwriter group try out new material. Not my sort of thing - I knew it when I saw the stand along bongo being tuned and retuned and retuned. Why the hell would you tune a bongo drum?
Anyway, the host sang a couple of songs and got everyone's attention before he strated. Then he introduced the next few acts. Each time he walked to the bar back to the performer and chatted loudly with a woman there. O couldn't believe it.
The acoustics were bad and the singers were fighting a losing battle but the guy in charge droned on at the bar.
Rude! Unkind! ARGHHHH!