I opened with my usual repartee, sang a few showtunes from my eighth album, and then clinched the deal with a fabulous closing number (alluding to no fewer than three of my international sell-out tour performances).
Whilst I cannot say the crowd was utterly understanding of my unique brand of art, it was only their loss. Mine is an art that transcends genres, generations and state penitentiary lines.
I did also see a bar fire that began with an argument over the ownership of a glass eye.
Alas, Kurt's Steak Hut suffers from the same problem that plagues the more remote towns around these parts - a surfeit of glass eyes and a dearth of fire exits...