Still starting shows late as fuuuuuucc...I don't mind if it's my night off. The problem is the parking situation in Cleveland Heights. I pumped three and a half hours of coins into the 24 hour meter(really, Clev Hts?) and had to bounce at midnight, because the show started an hour and a half after the posted time. Members of the entourage were super pissed. I was happy that the air conditioner that looks like a part that fell off a jumbo jet was blowing right on me. I had blowing, flowing hair indoors like a Beyonce video. Funny that they need air on a 20 degree night, but that place can get uncomfortably hot quick. Sound was good, bartenders were non assholes for once and served me the three dollar Balantines efficiently. Still nowhere to sit, but that didn't bother me. I love the framed picture of Anton Newcombe on the wall. Someday he'll probably throw a beer bottle at it.