Good experiences here at the Acoustic Cafe, a venue in my tiny town whose calendar consists almost entirely of open-mike nights. All sorts of different music, middle-aged, pot-bellied crooners singing cowboy blues, and fresh-faced young-uns mangling home-written acoustic pop, and weird stringy-haired just-out-of-their-teens-agers reciting death poetry, and then me, singing a mixture of traditional songs and stuff from sixties-era folkies. No booze, no tobacco, just coffee and soda and popcorn; most of the audience ignores most of the acts, talking loudly, but since I went on last the last time I was there, just after midnight, the crowd had thinned out a bunch, and they actually listened -- especially when I said I was going to sing my 2nd song a capella! After playing "Roads to Moscow" I got a request for another Al Stewart song (Nostradamus, which I don't know the chords to), so SOMEBODY was listening! I intend to do it again, and again, until I get sick of it, I suppose.Alex