Bruce was taking a class in World Music because to graduate from most schools in the US, one needs to take an art-appreciation-type class. One of his assignments was to attend a performance by a world musician, so he chose to go see a band featuring a Kora player at Moe's Alley.

Not one to go down alone, Bruce insisted Red and I go with him. He tempted us with beer and making fun of hippies, so we partook in just that while he took notes on the band's performance. After a few beers, he handed me a pen and his notebook, opened to a fresh page.

"What's this for?"
"Just write whatever about these guys."

So I wrote a review:

Red added the part at the end, which is true. The hippies really did dance and dance, until they were told to stop. I never thought I'd see the day when a bouncer would tell dancing hippies to stop whatever choreographed nonsense they were practicing, but I did, and it was glorious.