Hi all, here's a funny story that some of you might be able to relate to. Last night we played a gig at a local club, one of our favorite hangouts ('cause we always draw a large and appreciative crowd there). The difference (for me) between this gig, and others of the same type, was that I had an IV butterfly sticking out of my arm all night. Hey man, the gig's the thing, right? We were forced to cancel several gigs during the past couple of months, because I've been in and out of the hospital for some pretty serious patch-up work. Well, I finally got pissed, at least enough to take the risk of playing a gig in marginal physical condition. (That probably means I'm getting better). I don't know about y'all, but for me music is like nourishment. If a doctor tells me I can't play, it's like telling someone they can't eat, and have to starve themselves for a while. The gig went fine, everyone seemed to have a good time, and there were several twenties in the tip jar at the end of the night. Maybe some of that was a "sympathy vote", who knows. We could play that card again sometime, maybe take it to the next level. The roadies could wheel us out in gurneys and we could all play the first song lying down, looking up at the ceiling.