There used to be this terrible club my band played at. It was an old porno movie theater. The stage was where the screen used to be and the audience was slanted. There was a pool hall upstairs.
One crappy night we were playing and I started to feel something dripping on my head, down my shirt, in my ear….
On the break I asked the barteder what was above the stage and he informed me that it was the ladies bathroom. Nice. The rock and roll dream is alive.