Gary, often, club owners aren't much better. I was playing bass in a band backing an Eddie Arnold kind of singer in the late 60's. The club had just been bought by a great big old coal mine owner.

We were rehearsing one day, and he came up to me and he said, "Kid, I been paying you $175.00 a week to play that guitar, and I ain't heard you play one damn song yet". I stopped playing and he said, "Huh. That kid adds the boom boom".

One of the long-time jobs I had was at a company which had two locations; one run by the mom and the newer one run by the son. The mom loved me; the kid hated me. He preferred three chord acoustic players. This is a high-end restaurant, cost-wise. The biggest sellers are fried chicken and meat loaf. The brilliant thing is, these guys have talked rednecks with money to think they're really happening when they pay $24.95 for a couple of pieces of fried chicken (good cheicken, but DAMN!).

Their competitors hired me because I didn't play Jimmy Buffet music, which, they say, was totally inappropriate for their establishment.

Club owners. Some are no smarter than the general public.

R.