In 1978 the drinking age was 18, videos and cable TV were wacky future-concepts and people were more likely to head out to a club to see a band on a Tuesday night. Our Tuesdays weren't packed with fans, but there was enough interest to keep things going. In the 90's, a steady Tuesday for a six-piece band is virtually unheard of. This hand-drawn poster was hanging in front of the West Virginian during the early weeks of our steady gig. A careful look reveals my name scrawled post facto in ball point pen, at the bottom of the list, the last Duck. I entered it there in the hours preceding my first professional gig. |