A surreal night last night. We played in an area, where if your car breaks down, and the AA is called and can't fix it.....then they will pinch you another!! Despite numerous poster drops ..no new faces turned up. Lots of loyal fans...and by the middle of first set...a local from the bar...who danced in the middle of floor on his own. Expecting trouble, I used him as a focal point and gave him a prize for his creative dancing. That broke the ice. He told me he never had won a prize in his life before. Suddenly...more and more people filtered in from the bar.. sheepishly at first...fear in their eyes as to what this new fangled music was. More used to Sex me up and boom box rap....they slowly entered the room like a long lost tribe, seeing civilisation for the first time. By the end of the evening , I had them doing a barn dance a waltz...and singing along to Minnie the Moocher. Music is an international language of peace...and on this occasion we made many converts. Job done.
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