| I was performing live in concert with Al and the band. (I love saying that.) It was basically the Touring with Scissors show with one major difference. Me! ;) We got all the way through Gump, and we had just strapped on our accordions for Polka Power! when this little flunky-type dude came running onstage and presented Al with a note. He read it, groaned, and tossed it over to me. It read as follows: “The guests of the banquet being held on the next floor up politely request that you stop playing until they are through eating. You are too loud and you are disturbing them. Thank you.” Al grabbed a microphone. “Look, guys…I’m sorry to do this…but the banquet upstairs says we’re too loud, so we’re gonna have to delay the show for awhile…” He was drowned out by a chorus of “Aw, man! Screw them! We paid good money for this!…etc.” I unstrapped my accordion, sat it on the floor, and walked over to Al. “What do we do now?” “Well, I dunno…I guess we just wait.” He unstrapped his own accordion and flopped on the stage. I sat down next to him, and Bermuda, Rubén, Jim and Steve all came over and sat down with us. A half hour later, Al gave up on the concert and went offstage to call Suzanne. Bermuda went over to his drumset, sat his laptop on his snare drum, and started chatting with some fans on #IRC or whatever it’s called. The rest of us were still just hanging out onstage, watching the audience trickle out the doors. One by one they gave up on the concert and left until only the hardcore ones were left, staring at the stage. We never did get to finish the concert, because at that point I woke up. My Take On It Next Dream |
| Bad Banquet! 01/05/02 |