It's mad to think that that absolute tradition, just gone.

52 weeks a year I could do clubs.

Yeah.

I could go, you know, up to the northeast for six weeks doing clubs every night and Sunday noon shows.

Yeah.

They were the worst.

I bet they were tricky.

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It's mad to think that that absolute tradition, just gone.

52 weeks a year I could do clubs.

I could go up to the northeast for six weeks doing clubs every night and Sunday noon shows.

They were the worst.

LAUGHTER I bet they were tricky.

Oh, they were hard work.

Tricky audience.

A gig was a

Oh, get him back, will you?

Well, maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear.

The tasteless bracelets and the tight attire.

Maybe it's our loneliness.

Or maybe, maybe it's unknown towns.

Our nothing places and our silent sounds.

Maybe it's our looseness.

You wanna see whatever-