An edited version of Bar Talk 2.
by Daniel Reyes
The gig drew a small crowd. Maybe there were fifty-five or so. Certainly less than what I expected, and I felt a bit embarrassed for Chacho. Just what the hell was he doing playing in this shithole anyway? I wondered what happened to all that money made touring the country over the years. I remember in ’83 he even performed for President Reagan when he visited Texas.