Ralph ran shows at The End on Tuesday and Friday nights. For a while, we attended both shows, because I was always looking for a place to sing. But after a while, our enthusiasm for nightly excursions slowed and we settled on Tuesday night for our weekly venue. Friday nights were people with your basic let’s get the weekend started crowd, drunk and ready to bellow slurred versions of popular songs. Tuesday was different. A crowd that assembles on a weeknight to perform until the wee-est hours of the morning is more dedicated, less conventional, curiously motivated.  They were, in many ways, our kind of people.

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David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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