Please, get some new material for your hippie painted-guitar act. You may think everyone loves a middle aged chick dancing on the bar—but sister and brother “rockers,” that’s where we eat. Seems like wherever we go these days, it’s the same old “Layla” and “Freebird” flowing out of the local bars and restaurants from the same old musicians. Time to move over and let the new kids have a chance at the mic. Onward and upward or outta here—my ears are bleeding.