Take for instance a show I had last week at a private party. I was doubled booked that day, playing a brewery in the afternoon and the 50th birthday party of this guy in the evening. I thought we were going over very well. It was a blue collar, rural North Carolina, family crowd, and our Skynyrd, Zeppelin, Hank Jr., and Waylon tunes were getting a great response. There were lots of kids there, from very young to teens. About halfway through the show a little girl walked up to me with a note on a piece of folded paper. Opening it up I saw that it said, scribbled in crayon,
"Nice music."
Now that was sweet. After the next song another little girl walked up to me with a second note. Flushed with feeling of smug self-satifaction over the adoring fan mail and growing accolades of my admirers, I excitedly open the folded paper to see that it said,
"Play rap music."
Well, let me tell ya, that burst my bubble. Those damn kids were just messing with me!
In retrospect I consider it karma for that time in elementary school when a group of senior citizens performed Benny Goodman songs in our auditorium and my friends and I kept yelling, "Play Van Halen!"
And then there was last nights gig. After the show I dumped the tip bucket out on the table and a triangle shaped pill in foil and bubble cap spilled out with the cash. Good Lord, somebody tipped us with drugs.
Now that was funny! Everybody at the table had a good laugh. 
Then one of them, let's just say somebody who has "expertise in the identification of pharmaceuticals," took a close look at it. He promptly informed us that it was Sildenafil, which is generic Viagra. So then everybody at the table laughed even harder, because, ya know, what were they trying to imply? 
Somebody even videod the incident and posted it to snapchat. Sometimes I do feel like I'm living in a scene from Spinal Tap.
But tonight might really be crazy. I just have a feeling about it. I'll let ya'll know tomorrow.
