If there was ever a town that needed an angry Mount Vesuvius it's Medford. The only saving grace here is a bar built next to a Chinese restaurant, (I can't recall the name of it- Dan's Hideaway maybe). I drank Bud Light-Lime there and got stared at by a Charlie Daniels look-alike. I think Medford is the meth-lab capitol of the country.
The Friday night gig was a nightmare. A toothless woman came in late and sat alone, and procedded to asker me things like, "What do you think of the Federal Reserve?" Then two hillbilly couples came in and started yelling. One of the women came on stage and simulated a lap dance for me. They were so obnoxious they gave me $20 after the show. Then the manager yelled at me about the lap dance. The show on Saturday went well but another freak showed up.
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