Long post ... Well, that was possibly the hardest gig I’ve ever done, but also one of the most useful. It was a large retirement village, memory care to independent living. Last night there were around 80 in the audience, ranging from people in wheelchairs and using zimmer frames to those on their feet ready to rock ’n roll. Ages roughly late 60s to 80s... three decades of musical expectations in the room! I planned a gentle 30-minute opening “dinner set” after being told they’d all be eating, followed by a more upbeat "party set" … like Stuck in the Middle With You, Bad Bad Leroy Brown, Hard Days Night, Sweet Home Alabama and such. Turns out the diners were in a distant alcove. The majority were already sitting in front of me in their buddy groups, drinking and chatting. Some came over to greet me and inspect my gear, others were eyeing me as I carried it all in, some said hello. Then start time. After three sweet and lovely warm-up songs from the dinner set, it became obvious most of them weren’t particularly interested in easing into anything. They’d eaten, were onto their (not first) drink, and were ready to party. First lesson: Friday in a retirement village is still a Friday! A couple came up and said, “You should lift it or you’ll lose them. Give us dance music!” No pressure then … So I ditched the 20 minutes remaining in my dinner-set and anything remotely nostalgically sweet, and went straight to my upbeat material. Then everybody became a sound engineer: “Too loud.” “Too soft.” “Too bassy.” “Too trebly.” “Too muffled for my hearing aid.” "Can you turn it up for those people eating dinner way back there …" "You have a lovely voice for a lounge." ??? So, I spent half the evening wondering whether my PA sounded terrible. The bigger problem was that I’d just lost about a quarter of my planned set and still had two hours to fill. So I repeated choruses, repeated verses, and if people got up to dance near the end of a song, I just kept it going and on a couple of occasions doubled the song.