Years ago, in my first fulltime band (meaning we were all otherwise unemployed or unemployable) I played country and rock'n'roll in the Lucknow Legion house band. Two nights every week and sometimes more. We were booked for a singles dance (sometimes around here known as a mixer) and we loved those gigs because we inevitably got female...um...companionship at the end of the night (or earlier). Anyway, we show up for the gig, set up, and kick into our usuual routine to an empty house. Seems the organizers moved the gig to the community centre because the Legion roof was about to fall in or something but never told us about either the move or the danger. By the time it was figured out that we were in the wrong place, most of the crowd had dispersed because the band didn't show.

In the end, we got paid, found some dance regulars at a licensed restaurant, got plastered and slept the night six to a bed in some sleezey dive. The next morning nobody recognized each other (I didn't even know myself) and laughed the whole thing off.

Crawling out of a bottle was so much easier when I was 20!

Peace, Mooh.