Matterhorn Lounge, Seven Springs. 1:15 a.m. Rock 'n' roll cover band (name unknown) playing to an audience of about 5. The following "banter" occurs between the lead singer/guitarist (a middle-aged man) and the keyboardist/backup singer (a woman in her late 30s).
Singer: I grew up on a farm. Raised chickens. We had this friend, one time we were out in the chicken coop, he dropped his chewing gum. Took him three tries to pick it up. (Laughs.)
Keyboardist: That went over my head.
Singer: After that we named him "Chicken Pud."
Keyboardist: I still don't get it. You're going to have to explain that one to me.
(Silence)
Keyboardist: (Laughs uncomfortably.) I don't get it. I'm a city girl.
(Buzz of feedback.)
posted by The Fixin's Bar @ 9:24 AM
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