The show last night at Pub Dudelsack went remarkably well, all things considered. My mom and I drove Rudesheim to play in this small “Scotish” pub. The bartenders were in kilts. None spoke English. So it made for some interesting communication as I tried to make my gig happen.

Thirty minutes before the show, a guy came in carrying sound gear. W00t! Sound equipment. Which means my autoharp wouldn't get drowned out. Unfortunately, there was no mic for the voice, so 30 minutes into the show and I sounded like a dirty old Irishman with gravely vocals.

It's weird playing in Germany. Again, there seemed little interest in the music, except by a few people. And more appeared right before I started packing up. My mom says folks down the bar enjoyed it and were tapping toes and dancing now and again. The bartender even seemed interested in having me back, even though I felt like it was a flop. That's why I rarely trust my own intuition regarding how well a show went. Course, I won't be able to go back until June at the earliest IF that. But it's flattering that he was interested.

Outside of that, the pub was nice. The people seemed friendly. And I had fun playing for myself. But then, that's kinda the typical pub experience. So for that it was kinda cool.