Our return to Clifton Opera House was a success. We didn’t fill every seat, unfortunately, so who knows if we’ll be invited back, but the seats that were filled contained happy souls, and it looked like they all stayed for the full two hours, even after the break, during which it’s infamous for bands to lose a third or more of crowds who often hear all they need in the first hour.
And then we played an outdoor (90-degree heat) three-hour gig at the 3rd Sundays Dayton, and that was fun, too, if not so well attended, no doubt due to heat, plus the fact that we are short of relatives and friends in the area willing to venture out of the air conditioning. Heat is better than rain, though, and we didn’t have any of that.
I sometimes wonder how long live music will be able to last, and then I somehow know that it’ll always be around in some form, resurgent or rare, just like “good” music today is hard to find, but extant. It all depends on what you expect. If only we could find 50 more “Clifton Opera Houses,” we’d be more than happy to help pay their expenses to help keep them operating, and maybe, someday, to level their stages.