Over the weekend I was playing at one of my regular haunts. It is a small place in a little village like community within the larger city.
This was the first weekend for a new owner of the place and she was excited to be welcoming a whole new crowd. She told me to expect a big turn out because she had invited lots of the people in her social circle.

Strangely it was very quiet when I arrived a little early for my Sunday afternoon gig. But it turns out that she had told her friends that the show started promptly at 2:00 and sure enough the place was nearly-full at 2:00.

This was a completely different crowd for this place. All were speaking a non-English language, chatting and enjoying the food, the ambiance and, each other's company.

The place is normally quiet when it is bright and sunny out, and it was bright and sunny and a Sunday of a long holiday weekend. There was a huge parade going on in the centre of town so I wasn't expecting many people. This crowd was a surprise. There were some but not many of the regulars who took it all in stride. We also had street-traffic, people looking in to see what was going on and some came in and filled the last remaining seats. Others looked in, stepped in the door, turned around and left.
Between songs we (the audience and I) congratulated the new owner, enjoyed the local holiday spirit and we figured out that if we totalled the ages of all the kids in the room, they were still younger than my duo partner's Violin. Sadly, between the two of us, our ages exceed that of the Violin.

Partway through the afternoon, partway through a set, there was an odd shift. About a third of the people in the room moved to the back of the space and the people back there moved forward. This probably occurred over five minutes.

The background noise level dropped significantly although from what I could see, the overall activity level was unchanged.

This was probably the weirdest thing I've seen in some time. A self-organizing organic audience. I mean, I have seen people rearrange furniture. That happens all the time, and it happened as people were arriving that day too. The individual tables for two and four were rearranged in groups of eight or twelve here and there. But this thing of groups of people visibly flowing around was new.

During the next break I wandered among the people at the back of the room, just chatting.
"How are you?"
"Did you come far today?"
"Did you bring other people or plan to meet them here?"
"You all appear to know one another, how is that?"
That kind of thing.

Then I asked one person with whom I had struck up a rapport, "Was it too loud up front for you?"
She apologized on behalf of all of the people who had moved. She said they were sorry if they disrupted things and that they had tried to be quiet. Indeed they had been. If I had not been watching them, I probably would not have noticed because the whole transition was very quiet.

I assured her that it was not a problem, but I was just curious what had happened.
"Oh, they all speak a different language", she said gesturing to the front. "We all moved here so we could talk, and they could talk and not have to talk over each other".

She went on, "We can hear you just fine,... (more nice compliments here), and it was good over there too".
By the end of the afternoon, the new owner was exhausted and happy. Her friends had left en masse immediately after the show was over. On the way out, someone from each table came to me, introduced him or herself, asked for a business card, offered me one in return and as they gave me the card they pressed a tightly folded bill into my hand.

It was a very nice way to break-in a new crowd in an old venue.

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