That spoon-guy (OP) was pretty entertaining, unlike the obnoxious jerk who seemed to show up at gigs every hunting season at the Solon Hotel. He was bad when he was sober, and got worse (and louder) with every beer. People paid a cover-charge to hear our band, not to listen to some inept clacking. Nothing against spoons in general, mind you - there was a jug-band in my old home town that featured spoons, washtub bass, and washboard rhythm (using thimbles) as well as guitar, harmonica and banjo. They were a very entertaining bunch and played lots of traditional music - usually for free and just for the fun of it. A guy who owned a hot-dog stand near my parents' house built a stage by the side of the place and gave musicians a free place to play - he gave them discounts, and they drew in more business for him.