They play many gigs.

They don't play many gigs.

Their customers don't like their music.

They need to find more customers.

"...a lot of times we get gigs playing polkas and waltzes and a lot of white folks wouldn't hire us..."

"Bud, Mr. C has always got a white fella in the band, for practical reasons. But we don't hold his skin color against him, he can't help that he was born that way."

"Well, it's too late for them to say anything then, it's us or no music."

"I'd been living with Miss Thomas and the band for about seven days and this was already my third trip on the road."

ironed

dead

not bent

not paid

Mr. C decided to stay behind and talk with an old friend.

Bud took too long to load up the car.

Bud needed to practice his recorder.

Bud and Mr. C had to look for rocks.

They both went to Preston.

They both like rocks.

They both have rocks with writing on them.

They're both tired from the drive.