We took a gig at a "smoky dive bar" when we were just starting-out with a project a few years ago. We had a steadfast rule of "no smoky dive bars" as 2 of our members hated smoking and had done tons of them in the past. We had a pretty wide-open setlist as our female singer was absolutely phenomenal. She could belt-out "Black Velvet" followed right by Melissa Ethridge's "I'm the Only One" and wow any crowd. Between those songs, a lot of R&B/Motown and some newer stuff we had something for everyone. Well, apparently everyone except for the patrons of "The Pour House" in Winter Haven, FL. As we were coming-off of our second break to start the third set someone started-up the jukebox. No lie, we were literally getting ready to play and they started doing canned music. The bartender pulled the plug on the jukebox and we thought that was the end of it. Nope, they plugged it back in after our third set. The bartender asked us if we wanted to skip the fourth set and get paid in full and we took the money and ran. We hadn't even started packing-up our stuff when people immediately started dancing and having a good time. Either we sucked hardcore (which is quite possible) or they hated our setlists. Definitely an uncomfortable time playing. After that gig we stuck to retirement communities and private events. More money, no smoking, usually free food & drink.