I got there just before 5:00 to find the Bluegrass boys (who go by the band name of "New Dogs, Old Tricks") on the ice cream corner, and Sanchez hammering a way on the Fingerhut side. And in a very disturbing development, New Dogs had made an agreement with Tom & Tommie (the semi-homeless dad and his 11-year-old daughter) that they would take turns spelling each other, thereby ensuring that no one else could get that spot.
I'd'a probably just gone home at that, but Warren likes to play in Acoustic Alley, despite the low traffic, so I set up there and he showed up a while later. The sound there is great for acoustic players (thus the nickname), but for me it's problematic because the sound in front of the amp out to the people on the sidewalk is kinda harsh, even though the sound behind it (and reverberating in the hallway) is deep and echoey.
Anyway, right away a crazy lady taxi driver parked nearby and came over, immediately complaining about the singles she found in the tip jar. "People don't know how to tip! These should at least be fives!" It was hard to disagree with that sentiment...
We didn't have much audience at all, most people just zoomed on by, but a couple of ladies happened to park in the spot right in front of us, and when they got back from dinner or whatever, they got back in the car, rolled down the windows, and listened for several songs like we were a Drive In. They were the best audience we'd had all night. Maybe I should start bringing some folding chairs...
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