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.