When I first came to Hawaii, my goal was to play again. I immediately posted cards and notices at the local git shops, and kind of mulled my time with some guys that were contractors of mine. It was more a their company thing, get together type thing in their warehouse. Much fun was had. I got a call from a lady who said she and her husband were in a band and the guitar player had quit to move back home to Georgia. So I go to the club, set up, we do a few things they had given me a cd on, and I began to question why I was there. These were simple songs, maybe ten all together and I got them quickly, too quickly it seems for them. They expected a struggling musician that they expected to lean on them, instead, they got a guy who came prepared, could play all of it, and most likely better than they. In the end it was all hearts and flowers and I expected to have the job. Instead, I was told I was too old for their image, too well versed in that they thought I might want to take over, and in the end we walked in different directions. First time I was too old or too good. I've always been not good enough or what ever, but never too old. Heck these folks were in their late 40's...then again it might have been me Playing Hot Rod Lincoln correctly and they were expecting Jerry Garcia....;-)