Whatever happened to the good old days when my trio was happy to get a relatively clean room in a cheap motel, a place to tune up at the venue and a glass of water? We worked in one club in San Francisco that doubled as a burlesque house during the week. There were g-strings and pasties and 8X10 "glossies" of the performers in the cubicle where we tuned up backstage. We shared a small trailer with two other groups at one county fair. At another, we had nothing except a grassy area behind the outdoor stage and had to follow a chimp act and a guy playing a marimba sewn into the legs of his charro pants. We were just glad to be working.