I suppressed all that.and went to the bar with purpose,for a fernet and coke. Some sort of nostalgia and intolerance for an entire beer after dinner. so I knew better.
I left on a high note, no pun, with a hearty American feeling rendition of Norwegian Wood, from a Philadelphian man. He dug into some deeppower chords and twanged it up, and I had never heard any cover as ballsy for that tune.
It was perhaps the most uneventful open mic I had ever seen, so much so the wrestling on tv outperformed most, but that is ok. It's for the performer, and a little bit for the crowd. One ad came on the screen - compreairdragon.com [buy air dragon.com]. I'll never come closer to buying such a thing