The Promoters cont.

The
Promoters
cont.
I’d have to say that our version of I’ll Be Gone and the almost as
inevitable couple of blues tunes, absolutely stole the show. Just about everybody
told us how touched they were, and then asked if we were still performing (!)
etc.

In so many ways it was a wonderful couple of days, but it would be easy to get
depressed when confronted with such in-yer-face wealth. When it comes down to
what really matters though, despite all the promoters’ conspicuous wealth and
accompanying lifestyles, I think musicians, as dopey about money as they so
often are, have the better part of the deal.

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