Excuse Me

Can I have a little mood lighting on this, please? I'd like to do a thing now that's kind of a departure for me. It's kind of been more under the - it's mood lighting, like a blue spot or something like that. Hello? Nobody back there - that's OK. I thought there might be somebody back there. OK, I guess I figure closing night, you know, what the heck? Doesn't make any difference.

I'm kind of pissed off about this because it's been going on all week, and I think by now they would have it under control. But I don't know. Just - you see; this club has been in business about five or six years. It was first, actually, Thе Troubadour at first, and then it became Thе Boarding House. And, you know, they still have a lot of hippies working here. And...

You know, and I can understand the drug thing, you know? So they feel that it's more important to take the drugs than to do a good show for the people.

You know, I'm really up to here with this. Is this the matter that - you know, I am on stage, and it's my ass out here. You know what I mean? And I come out, and I'm giving, and I'm giving, and I'm giving. And I keep giving, and I give some more. And I make a simple request. I say, hey; could I possibly have a blue spot?

But I guess the lighting crew feels they know a little bit more about show business than I do although I've been in the business a few years and I think I know what works best!! I'm sorry, but I am angry!! I come out here, and I can't get a little cooperation from the backstage crew?! Excuuuuuuuuse meeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry!! I'm pissed!!

I'm sorry.