My first inkling something may be amiss, comes when I read the stage plot for the sound company and realize he doesn't carry a steel guitar in his act. We had two separate stages...sorta side by side.
We play our set...well, we ain't a pure country band, but we do a lot of stuff with great steel parts. (Since my recent anti-top forty rant, we've added some classic country and songs like "Just Playin Possum". Anyway, we played...massive crowd, that really got into it.
Jack comes on...loud, very loud. Very muddy mix with shrill midrange. His band is good for what they do with guitar, bass, and drums. Jack proceeds to drink as much beer as he possibly can, becoming more and more vocally agitated as the night wears on. Obviously intoxicated and slurring his words, he finishes his set and departs the stage. There is essentially no call from the audience for him to return, yet he comes back up on stage and delivers a drunken rant that boils down to this.."My name is Jack Ingram, and I play Country Music"...not that Sh** you hear on the radio". Pathetic...
At this point, groups of people started coming up to our side of the stage asking if we could just start playing again. We couldn't so we all got to listen to another thirty minutes of loud, drunken vocals.
We finally started playing and finished out the night. I really was dissapointed at them, but had a good time playing.
To make for a better night, I got a call on my cell phone at 3am while driving home. We had just been booked for a job on the 21st with the Hag...somehow that made it ok

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Steve Stallings
Bremond, Texas

Johnny Lyon* was as close as I got.