Yes sir,strutting the stage!Tonight we played at one of the most notorius southern jukes in the world.The Three Corners Bar.There is no biker wanna be that would dare show up here!Different colors (chapters) have settled many issues in this parking lot hardcore.We don't worry about it a lot.We are intown on business.You have to understand that performing for wanna be's is such a drag.The dance band through the years was also quite notorious.The Blueman is a stone biker!We use to be hired for the whole weekend and then we stared playing these "fluffy" shows for wanna-be bikers that ended at 11 PM with $1.50 in the tipjar.A tipjar that used to be stuffed with yardnotes (a hundred dollar bill is a yardnote)We would not touch the jar for three days,the next time we performed we would have a bunch of new equipment.We were always paid our fee,And anything we needed we only had to ask for it.Most of the time it was just chicken wings.There is no thing like a fat chicken wing.I don't remember us ever stopping at a restaurant to eat.Traveling statewide.We did not just do biker stuff,we would don suits and do highbrow stuff too.Fakery does not wash well with me.I mean the highbrow stuff was legit and good.But we came to be asked to do all of this "Wanna-Be" biker stuff for such as the rag/mag "Born To Ride" and they ripped off all of the clubowners that were our close friends 3 grand for an ad space which ended up as an afterthough in print,like a thumbnail for the club.And I work in the advertising business,you could have got a drive time spot on broadcast radio for $1500.00 bucks!The event pretty much pissed down at 11 PM."Honey that's two whole beers.You know what we talked about."Gag me with The Brooklyn Bridge Please!!!Plus let me emphasize,real bikers do not drive fucked up.That is an easy way to get killed or maimed up really bad.The bikes are parked and we are sitting around the fire sharing stories.