My band played a bar last weekend. We were the first band on. There weren't many people there, but those who were there sure were glued to the TV showing of Roadhouse. The owner asked us to go on 10 minutes late, but he didn't specify the reason. I think he wanted the movie to end before we went on. We got nowhere near the applause, hoots, and hollers as the shirtless kung-fu Swayze. It was a pretty tough act to follow.