What the Hell…
So it doesn't look like I'm going to be playing at Shanks anymore. It seems that some people left when the girl got up to sing on Friday. Now, seeing as how I never met her before, and it was the owner of the bar that gave the Ok to have her get up to sing a song, I'm really not sure why it is that they don't want me to come back. Of course, they've never seemed too keen on me, and they're so mind-bogglingly disorginized and uncommunicative that as much as I want the gig, I'd almost be just as happy to not play there again.
Anyways, that's just not the conversation that I wanted to have today... but I guess that's the way that the cookie crubmes, eh? Aight, well... if you've seen me play Shanks and want me to go back, give'em a call and let them know, would you?