Katastrophe
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Robert's thread about gigging brought up a good memory... A few years ago, my dad had his 60th birthday, and my family rented an old dance hall for the party. There was a band there named The Fossils (made up of more "seasoned" players), who played classic rock. They invited me up on stage, and the lead singer/guitar player graciously handed me this beautifully aged Telecaster to play (might have been late 60's). I didn't know any of the songs on their set list, so we went to the ol' standby, a fast 12 bar blues. Man, what a blast! The band was tight, and we all traded off solos. I've got a pic of it at the house, and I gotta smile every time I see it. Good times.
Of course, can't forget the first ever gig. I had the worst case of nerves, ever. Our drummer broke a stick that *almost* smacked me upside the back of the head. His cowbell assembly broke a few seconds later and he pitched it, too, narrowly missing the other guitar player's head and crashing into a metal door, loud enough to be heard over the music! What fun...
Of course, can't forget the first ever gig. I had the worst case of nerves, ever. Our drummer broke a stick that *almost* smacked me upside the back of the head. His cowbell assembly broke a few seconds later and he pitched it, too, narrowly missing the other guitar player's head and crashing into a metal door, loud enough to be heard over the music! What fun...