Playing for a bar packed with depressed post-Lions-playoff-loss patrons presented an interesting challenge last night. It was like performing for a ward of severely depressed mental patients with a few anger-management cases tossed in. But happy to say by the end of the night, the combination of rock and alcohol worked their usual miracles and everyone was out on the floor dancing in the way that drunken white people dance when they've made the choice to leave their sorrows behind and embrace the possibility of getting laid on a Saturday night.
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