I'm sad to report that Deadbeat Crawdads broke up last night. Brutus griped that that as the bassist, he wasn't getting very much attention from the audience. The audience was complaining that they weren't getting very much attention from me other than the obligatory fruit-pelting at the end of each show. The owner of the Geogeo Lounge wanted us to open for Seth LaPod, after we'd clearly had an understanding that Deadbeat Crawdads would open for Sunny Sings Sinatra.
"Enough already," I said to the owner. Everyone in the room was quiet, waiting for me to throw a tantrum. I am glad to say I disappointed them. (I suppose Phil will be relieved that he doesn't have to sing in Latin.)
I'm going to take a few days off to think about what I want to do next. In the meantime, does anyone know where I can get a good mango daiquiri? I'm also craving some honey-glazed bananas a la mode.