The song 'request'.

According to statistics, people would rather be lying in the casket than giving the eulogy at a funeral. Now try to picture yourself talking to a crowded bar. Now picture having to sing and play your guitar to them. Suddenly you hear someone yell," Hey, play some Tragically Hip!"half way through your performance. Let me take this one step further, picture that person shouting that in your face repeatedly at the top of their lungs as you desperately try to gracefully end the tune you've been playing your heart out.  How does that feel?

If you happen to be one of that type of audience member, please bash your head into your computer screen several times. You might end up having a better idea of what musicians feel during those awkward moments. You might say,"Suck it up cupcake! It's your job!" But how would YOU feel if i went to YOUR job and micro managed YOU like a drunken idiot in front of your customers and co-workers? Let's be honest, you and I don't get paid enough to have to put up with that. "Hey, do you guys sell jogging pants here at Le Chateau? Come on! Sell me jogging pants! I want to try on your jogging pants! What kind of store is this that doesn't sell jogging pants???" or picture this same annoying moron walking straight into your kitchen while you're preparing some puffer fish for an important guest and startles you with,"Hey! Make me a tuna sandwich! Come on man, hurry up! I'm famished! Hey, did you hear me???" Let's say you're a nurse trying to find a vein on your patients wrist for an important (may i add)FREE blood sample and the patients blurts out,"Hey, are we almost done here? Come on, let's hustle! What kind of service is this??"

Well, ironically, it was a 'professional' nurse that repeatedly and obnoxiously demanded I play her some Hip during the performance. As if i was supposed to somehow sing, play and signal to her that i either would or wouldn't play the damn song simultaneously! (Maybe it's a skill i should consider working on) After the set i walked up to her and politely told her that what she was doing was throwing me off a little and that if she could NOT do that, i would greatly appreciate it and maybe even try to learn a Hip tune for the next time. Unfortunately, my message must have gotten lost in a drunken translation as,"Hey dumb ass, why don't you do us all a giant favor and shut the hell up???" Because she ended flipping me the finger like an eight grader and stormed out in a sassy strut and never came back. Hopefully, i don't get stuck in emergency with her trying to stick a needle in me someday.