Last night my R&B band played this club. Everyone was really into it, dancing, cheering, and singing along. In the middle of one of the songs, this older fat lady pulls on my sleeve and asks if we could lower the volume, because she and her friends are trying to talk. The band leader is a VERY nice guy, so he obliges. A few minutes later, she waddles back over, and asks us to turn it down some more. THIS time, I handled it. I told her that if they wanted to have a convo, they should've gone somewhere else. The rest of the audience was beginning to tire of her as well. She goes, "Look just turn it down, okay?!" I said, "Bl*w me!" After that the fur started flying! It was great! Then I go, "Look, we don't do dinner music. Go sit down, and have another ham." Her "man" Started to come over, and managemant stepped and offered to give them back their money if they left. "Me and my friends are trying to have a conversation."? Give me a break.