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Fizzle, not a bang.
Played a wedding reception at the Bob Bullock Texas History Museum. Band played great, but nobody was paying a lick of attention. Good food, though, and a lot of babes, everybody dressed to the nines.
Got the hell out of there and had to spank it to get to a gig at Club 21. Played 4 hours and the thing just sort of went pffft towards the end. I sort of went pffft too. Tired.
Don't even know what sort of $$ I made on the wedding gig, I had to get out of there and get movin. Guess I'll find out.
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Just 'cause that's the way things are, that never did make it right.
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