K&W in Laguna Beach -- Saturday, 13Aug2016

When I got to the corner, the didgeridoo boys were there again, but this time, they were just setting up, not about to tear down. I shoulda just cut and run (to Dana Point), but Warren thought we might do OK on the no-longer-Fingerhut corner, so I set up there. He was wrong. Almost nobody stopped all night. And it put us too close to Charles, who screams into an all-treble amp along with his all-treble Telecaster, and new competition Uke Girl, who decided to set up in the alcove just up Forest. That put us at the nexus of three other bands, all no more than 50 feet away.

The only brief highlights were a lady and her boyfriend dancing away to several songs in a row, one little girl who danced in the cloud of my new bubble machine, and the arrival of the Elliot sisters (friends from high school) and their assorted husbands and brothers.

We also had an old Toshiba colleague who requested his favorite song (The Boxer) just as my microphone started acting up. We had actually accumulated a small crowd at that point (small, but the largest of the night), but after my 10 minutes of screwing around trying to figure out why it was fading in and out (a symptom I'd never seen before), they were all dispersed, except our friend. And after his song, he was gone, too, and we were left to play to only our reflections in the store window again.

The didgeridoo boys left around 10:00, and we moved over to the ice cream corner, hoping to get something going, but it was too late. We did have a *super* friendly kid who had stopped to admire the music while we were on the other side, and helped me move my stuff over -- but he left when Lena, a local bipolar lady, came by and started cussing him out for no reason at all. Indeed, her rantings got so out of hand that we just decided that enough was enough, and packed up to go home.