When I lived in the desert, my friend and I took up the banjo. We practiced a lot and decided it was time for our 1st gig. We went to the Yucca Inn on Hwy 138 on Super Bowl Sunday, set up and began vigorously playing 'Shucking the Corn'. The people in the bar, trying to be nice, smiled a lot, but kept turning up the sound on the TV so eventually all you could hear was the roar of the football crowd. We learned we should probably check the calendar before our next musical engagement. That and maybe practice a little more.