Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the other mans enthusiasm, or the alcohol, with Stubby still laughing, he smashed his jar onto the bar and clapped Myron on the shoulder. "That would be crazed." His half lidded eyes stared at Myron as he said, "I could learn on of yours, or you one of mine." He waggled his free hand, "Or," his body wavered a little, "or, I have some new songs I've been writing." Stubby was agreeing to play another show. A show that he had been planning on going to but never bought tickets, and now, he might be on the stage.