Disappointed, Blind Melon (or B.M. as he was often known) returned to his home State of Florida, where he often played at Steakhouses for the tab - until the crowds became smaller than his extraordinary meal and beverage charges.

His memory was so bad that he often forgot which song he was playing. On the upside, this resulted in many interesting musical combinations, such as Southern Cross/Sweet Home Alabama and The Thrill is Gone/Crosstown Traffic, both of which which worked surprisingly well.
He quickly discovered that restaurant managers relied on waitresses for opinions of musicians. This was followed by a series of brief, (and I do mean brief) encounters with waitresses throughout the area. He was an inept and inattentive lover, and eventually he was forced to take his act on the road by attrition. 

Yes, I knew Blind Melon Savage.

 

He was not a famous musician. More like infamous.

His eyesight was so bad, I don't think he ever realized that he wasn't an African American Mississippi Delta Blues Singer.

His one chance at stardom failed to get off the ground. The Blues/Bagpipes fusion style that he originated in his classic, "I Got Those Low-Down Scottish Highland Blues."

Who can forget those classic lines;

It's so cold here in the evening
I can't get no barbecue
Sipping Scotch by the fireside
Wakin' up in the morning dew
Why the Hail do people stay here?
 Got those Scottish Highland Blues.