The best payment I ever got for an individual lecture was a free lunch at Hull University with the poet Philip Larkin (their librarian). We talked about American jazz which he loved, rather straightly.
I beguiled him with my bipolar jazz gig in Detroit: The Paradise and Eastwood Gardens (which I just now realized was an allusion to its location, East of Woodward off 8 Mile).
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