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Location: south east Michigan | Okay... I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
This recent incident brought about the idea for this thread because..... well... to be honest... it's all about making me feel better. Misery loves company ya know.
This was at the marina gig last saturday. "Pretty Woman" was the first song of the second set. We choose that song because we knew it would be a strong opener. Brian starts the classic guitar lick. The drummer joins in. Time to strike that A chord and start singin'!! Then terror struck me. I completly blanked out on the first line. I scrambled to remember.... no good. I thought "Damn Brad... sing something..... anything!!". So I latched onto the second half of the second verse. After that line I had no logical place to go. So... I did it. I violated the Musical Prime Directive and committed the #1 Cardnial Sin. I stopped the song. My partner BrianT aways said that absolute worst thing you can do is to quit on a song. I apologized to the small but enthusiastic crowd and said I'd take another run at it in a few minutes. And I did. That time it turned out just fine.
And... earlier that same night, in the middle of a song, a little moth flew right into my eye. I tried to blink it away. I could see one of it's little wings covering part of my pupil. Now that was damn distracting.
Note to BrianT... If you dare list your worst moment as when I stopped in the middle of a song.... I'll kill ya. |
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Location: Budd Lake, NJ | Mine was actually yesterday morning; the pianist that I lead worship with didn't realize during a quick pre-service warm-up that she was only hearing Jewel through the mains, not the monitor. Not a bad thing, until everyone else began to sing with us. We avoided disaster until our next-to-last chorus, when we got majorly out of sync. (Something which has never happened before.) Oh, well, as my Quaker brethren would say, "My soul hath been meeked."
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Location: South of most, North of few | Originally posted by cliff:
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Location: south east Michigan | Check out Moody's "deer in the headlights / Damn, someones got a camera" look on his face.
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Location: Campbell River, British Columbia | Hmmmmm, worst moment...
I'm 17. Filled in for this bands regular bass player and the rythm guitar and I hit it off. Discovered we were both songwriters and wrote folky stuff, though we played in Rock bands.
Both quit band work and practiced a folk duo thing for 6 months. Tight harmonies, intricate guitar work.....even bumped into "Our Sound" where we did fingerpicking bass lines against fingerpicking lead lines. (Still sounds pretty good, if a little intricate, on tape)
Our first night at a local coffee house, we take the stage, powder the left hands (all that fast, intricate fretwork) count it in..... and blow it.
Both suffering the worst case of stage fright we've ever encountered (before or since) we fumble through two songs and slink off stage.
We're still best buds but,aside from a few band injury/one-night fillins, we've never played out together since. (Though we still sound good in the livingroom!) |
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Location: Earth·SolarSystem·LocalInterstellarCloud·Local Bub | There's was this time... I was drunk and thought my guitar was my girlfriend.... |
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Location: Colorado Rocky Mountains | 1964. Jr high school talent show. Full house. I was playing rhythm guitar with a make-shift group of fellow 7th graders and we were the second to the last number on the program. The drummer gets sick at the last minute and can't play. I agree to take his place. I had never been on a drum set in my life before then, but with my dance background, they figured I could keep a beat better than they could. We played Thank You Girl by the Beatles. The song went off o.k. until the end. No monitors. I couldn't hear anything other than my own drumming. They ended, I didn't. Four times. Some teacher finally came out and tapped me on the shoulder that it was time to quit. Everybody in the place was just staring at me. I should have stuck to tap dancing. |
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Location: New South Wales, Australia | When I bought my O 13 years ago I wasn't sure what I was looking for.
Walked into the local music shop and played a few guitars and then I saw my 1860 on the wall and I knew I had to have it.
I didn't think my skills were worthy of such an instrument but the salesman craftily said..."not everyone who drives a sportscar is a racing driver.......play it."
For me it's always a bit intimidating to play in a music shop and make it look like you know what you're doing, but I prepared nonetheless.
As I was about to play my first chord I fumbled and dropped the pick. Foolishly I thought I could catch it but my reflexes were not what they once were. As I bent and twisted I knocked over a Yamaha 12 string and then bumped my head on a shelf as I came back up ---- minus the pick.
The Yamaha was not damaged but my pride took a beating. Couldn't find the pick and decided to buy the guitar and get the hell out of there.
That night whilst enjoying my new acquisition I found the pick from my earlier aborted performance ---- it was in the guitar. :D |
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Location: Omaha, NE | I'm trying to figure out how you can remember the opening line to a song named "Pretty Woman" when the song starts out with "Pretty Woman..."! :)
Actually, my worst moment ever wasn't too far from that.
I was playing with a particular church group for the first time. There were four of them, one guitar, all four singing. I was there to lend support on guitar.
Anyway, we start a song (the "gloria"...this was a Catholic mass) and the other guitar player starts off in the wrong key. Not sure of what was happening (I knew one of us was off, but which one?) I stopped playing to try to figure it out. At which point the entire group stopped and stared at me. And so the entire congregation of 1000+ stops and stares at me.
Not too fun. Thankfully, the Priest decided to close my shame window by saying the gloria instead of singing it. It was all over pretty quickly. |
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Location: Omaha, NE | Originally posted by Omaha:
I'm trying to figure out how you can remember the opening line to a song named "Pretty Woman" when the song starts out with "Pretty Woman..."! :)
Actually, my worst moment ever wasn't too far from that.
I was playing with a particular church group for the first time. There were four of them, one guitar, all four singing. I was there to lend support on guitar.
Anyway, we start a song (the "gloria"...this was a Catholic mass) and the other guitar player starts off in the wrong key. Not sure of what was happening (I knew one of us was off, but which one?) I stopped playing to try to figure it out. At which point the entire group stopped and stared at me. And so the entire congregation of 1000+ stops and stares at me.
Not too fun. Thankfully, the Priest decided to close my shame window by saying the gloria instead of singing it. It was all over pretty quickly. |
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Location: south east Michigan | Originally posted by cwk2:
Never had one. Come on Bill... it does not have to be a tragedy on my level. Didn't you ever even have a string break on ya???
I'm trying to figure out how you can remember the opening line to a song named "Pretty Woman" when the song starts out with "Pretty Woman..."!
Hey... remember now.. the whole purpose of this is to make me feel better.
But I know what you mean.
And it's not really helping to know that I was also a player in Cliff's train wreck. |
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Location: Phoenix AZ | I was playing a coffee shop deal in Snobsdale and started the song singing one octave too high. I don't have a great range to begin with, but this was just aweful.
Second embarrasing moment actually was not caused by me, but I was involved. In college I worked in a high end audio salon and the cool thing was they were closed on Sundays, so at the close of the day Saturday I could bring home whatever gear I wanted to and play with it and return it Monday AM. The owner was a cool guy and he figured it was a good way to make sure his sales guys really knew the gear well. So one Sat night I bring home a Linn Sondek turntable (this was like 1978). Anyway, the party ensues and mass amounts of beer are flowing as we listen to a rather nice hifi setup. My friend Walter is too buzzed to find his way home so he sleeps on the couch. And in the middle of the night gets up to piss and thinks the turntable is the toilet. He lifts the lid and wizzes all over the Linn and a MFSL copy of Tea For The Tillerman. What a freaking mess.
I ended up buying the turntable. Glad I didn't bring home the SOTA.
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Location: Boise, Idaho | Originally posted by Jeff W.:
There's was this time... I was drunk and thought my guitar was my girlfriend.... Your guitar is your girlfriend, Jeff.
My worst time was probably my first time playing in public, and my last for many years.
I was in my friend's dad's cowboy bar where they had a gal playing some CW 3 chord stuff. I was pretty drunk as usual and went to take a leak. I came out to a round of applause and wondered if I left something undone. My friend had set me up to sing and play the next song. I had just started playing guitar, so I picked the easiest song I knew, "Make it With You." Forgot the last verse, so I kept repeating one and the chorus, thinking that the end would come to me. It never did, so I just turned a really short song into repeating, "I Wanna Make it With You" for about 10 minutes to a bunch of drunk cowboys.
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Location: south east Michigan | To bad most of the stories start out... "Back when I was 18...".
But I'm starting to feel better.
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Location: Rego Park, NY, | Originally posted by Jeff W.:
There's was this time... I was drunk and thought my guitar was my girlfriend.... I guess you didn't need Gorilla Snot after that! :eek: :D |
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Location: Hicksville, NY | Back in my college days in the summer of 1996 at Plattsburgh, NY, Roy Hurd [a.k.a. Poncho] was performing at a benefit concert. Prior to the show, there was a sign-up sheet that was going around for those who wanted to perform during open mic session, and I decided to sign in.
I'd been told that the open mic would take place after Roy finished his set, but there was a change of plans, and the organizers decided that there would be an open mic first. To make matters worst, I found out that I was the only idiot who signed in, thus making me his opening act! Since I was it, one of the organizers asked me to come up with at least a half hour's worth of material. Performing for Roy was the largest audience that I ever had that night. Before that, I used to play in small intimate gatherings of no more than 10-15 people in coffee shops, some dorm rooms, and in not-so-crowded open mic sessions every now and then.
Maybe it was a combination of stage fright, and some cockiness accompanied with plain stupidity on my part, I just performed the worst 25 minutes of my life on stage. There were songs where I either messed up the lyrics, or the guitar playing, or a combination of both. There were also a couple of songs where there was a "frog" in my throat, and I end up cracking in the high notes ... needless to say, it was quite embarrassing. I was quite disappointed, knowing that those were songs I played and sang with ease during practice, but messed them up big time during the performance!
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Location: SF Bay area, California | Embarrassing, but amusing:
Late one Sunday night I saw a craigslist post and dashed off to buy a package deal of a '76 Fender Twin and a Crate CA125D acoustic amp. Both were pictured poorly and described as needing work. The Fender he said needed tubes and the Crate 'had the electronics blown'.
It was too late at night to test them when I got home, so I started the next morning. I plugged in my Custom Legend, which was in a stand beside the Crate amp. I set all volumes and gains down, and turned it the amp on. I reached over and plucked the low E, and turned up volumes - it sounds good! I tried the other input jacks, it still sounded good. I plucked the D string and got a terrible buzz. I tried fussing with all the pots and sliders and switching jacks, and I've still got the buzz. However the E would ring true, weird.
I spent 10 minutes fussing with it before I took the guitar from the stand and strummed an awful sounding chord. Have you figured it out yet?
Darned how bad it can sound with a pick left tucked into the strings!
If only my playing were as good as my diagnostic capability!
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Location: Campbell River, British Columbia | Mark, it's not embarrassing if there's no witnesses.
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Location: Colorado | Playing in pit orchestras - cramped space - and actual musicians playing things like harps and oboes - when mixed with guitar players can bring about a few yuks...in Les Mis once - Capoing in the dark can be tough...so what if I missed by one fret - and made Gary Morris sing the first verse of Bring Him Home 1/2 step higher - when the strings entered for verse two - it was... shall we say - a little off for a while until I figured out the others were not the problem.
Once for Lion King - it took me a few bars to realize - I had my korg tuner set about 50 cents flat - that went over real well too...yes - all three axes!
Finally - and the worst - in Tommy - starting the opening riff of Pinball Wizard - and sending the pick right into the 12 string's hole...kinda anti climatic! |
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Location: SoCal | You know, I'd post a story or two, but sometimes I think I'm just too big a target..... |
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Location: south east Michigan | Come on Paul... fess up.
This thread is all about the clearing of the soul under an umbrella of amnesty.
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Location: Vermont USA | Dont worry Paul everybody loves ya even Cliff :eek: .
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Location: Cicero, NY | 17 years old and one of my neighborhood buddies, a few years my senior naturally, was getting married and he wanted the brides sister to sing. She said she would IF I would play (she was 16 and was angling for an older guy I was told) and I let Rick talk me into it. I had been playing about a year and had never played in front of an audience but said I would if we could work out the details (I was standing up for him as well). The day comes and - you can see it coming, right? - it's 95 degrees and about 1,000% humidity. Sweating like a pretty woman dropped off in the Virginia hills, I take the alter, guitar in hand, it falls out of my hand crashing to the floor. I'm half delirious and think nothing about it, so I pick it up, sit and start playing and I'm halfway through the first line before I realize the singer isn't at the mic yet. In all the commotion, I drop the pick into the guitar and, after a huuuuge pause, start fingerpicking. The sister is both singing and glaring at me, making for some classic pictures by the way, and the groom is now giggling.
It's only been 30 years but I still have hoped the bride and her sister will talk to me again some day. And, though they're still married, Rick has often told me that he would never get married again if I wasn't, uh, performing. |
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Location: Sunshine State, Australia | Less than a year ago - went to an open mike nite. I'd been practicing and practicing - getting a few Neil Young songs down pretty darn good in my bedroom - acoustically.
So I arrive at the pub, get up on the stage, opening act, realised that I hadn't sung into a microphone since... well... EVER!!!
And it was SOOOO LOUD!!!!!
So I launch into my first song. Out On the Weekend - harp is sounding real good - guitar playing ain't bad considering the stage fright - then I start singing.
Well, I THOUGHT it was me singing, but the voice coming over the PA sounded awful. Yep. My voice sucks and a microphone just highlights the fact.
So I persevered, struggling to hit the right key through the whole song, but I've NEVER sung so badly. And I'm pretty bad.
Finished the song - one lady clapped. (There were about 40 people in the bar)
Reluctantly launched into Needle and the Damage Done - thinking to myself "this will be better" - but no... who IS that singing??
F@c& I HATE microphones!
Thankfully the longest 3 minutes of my life soon ended, the same sympathetic, reassuring lady duly clapped and the other 39 continued talking - including the event organiser.
I was supposed to do 3 songs, but decided I should only die twice on the same night and thanked my sole supporter (soul supporter!) and walked off stage.
My 1768 was in it's case before even the organiser noticed that I'd stopped playing.
I haven't played in public since.
Still looking for a jamming partner.
Since that night though, I've been given some valuable advice, but I haven't had a chance to test it out yet. Goes somethin like "If there's only one person in the audience that likes what you're playin', play it for that person". |
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Location: NJ | at the last open house I was singing back up to Cliff in a mic that was not on.
guess you guys were trying to tell me something |
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Location: The Great Pacific Northwest | Actually we all heard you sing backup just fine.. guess you didn't need the mic :) |
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Location: SE Michigan | Dont feel bad Brad, it's happened to me too (memory blanking out). It's worse though when your wife just finished explaining something really important and you realize that you didnt really hear a word she said. You can't just keep playing the intro riff over and over in that situation.
One of my worst moments was when I was filling in on bass for a rather loud group of rockers. I couldnt really hear myself very well, but I just ket chugging along, I thought I was doing pretty good. Then right at the end of the song I looked at my fretting hand and realized all the scales I was playing were a half-step flat from the key the band was in. I'm not really sure if anyone noticed though. |
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Location: chicago | Did a gig last sunday and we were playing a Chick corea song (No mystery) 15 minutes long with an ending of unison lines played pretty rapid fire...well right before my left hand started falling asleep by the time the end riff approched my entire left hand was imobile and i just sat looking at my partner saying I cant move my hand...the ending was shot!
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Location: Blue Ridge Mountains | 1976: Richmond, Virginia. My band “Silk and Steel” was just getting ready to start our Fleetwood Mac tribute set...Big venue with a triple tiered stage...we were low budget...used hot water and dry ice for fog (2 25 gallon canisters-one per stage side) and myself and our bass player would drop in the ice and the drummer would hit the lights and we'd start playing...very cool and had always worked before flawlessly. That night we got the water from the kitchen at the venue...it was nearly boiling hot...we'd gotten a bargain on dry ice and used twice the usual amount. On the third click of the drumsticks we both dropped in the ice: when it hit the super hot water, a geyser of fog shot up the canister and hit the ceiling; fanned out in a mushroom cloud and settled over the entire band in an instant! The bass player and I were soaked from the waist up- my Les Paul was dripping wet- and the drummer could not find the light switch. Finally he found it and shouted "GO" and we launched into the set. Our lead singer was a Stevie Nicks clone and her dress fanned the fog and sent it cascading down the steps of the tiered stage front. WE were thinking we were going to be electrocuted any second and could not see anything for at least five minutes and were expecting to get fired--- but we kept playing anyway...The audience, and the club owner loved it: the audience gave us a standing ovation and the club owner booked us for three return gigs. But, we never used that much dry ice again! :cool:
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Location: Earth·SolarSystem·LocalInterstellarCloud·Local Bub | Weaser said: Sweating like a pretty woman dropped off in the Virginia hills, "...like a pretty woman...."
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Location: Cicero, NY | (Wondered if that was going to slide by or not) :D |
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Location: Detroit area | I once did an entire 30 minute worship set in front of 1,000 people with my fly down. And I put my capo on the wrong fret to start a song. I think my guitar hid the open fly, but the 1/2 step-low capo resounded through the room at 90 db. Yeeeehaw! |
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Location: 6 String Ranch | There was a time we were showing the NEW guitar to some salesmen and the bridge came flying off...... |
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Location: Colorado Rocky Mountains | Originally posted by Joey Joe:
I once did an entire 30 minute worship set in front of 1,000 people with my fly down. I know the feeling, JJ. In 1987, I opened the second half of a Broadway musical by singing "Give My Regards to Broadway" with my fly down. The critics memorialized the incident in a cartoon. |
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Location: Phoenix AZ | Originally posted by cwk2:
There was a time we were showing the NEW guitar to some salesmen and the bridge came flying off...... ... and then you left Taylor and went to work for your Dad ???
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Location: Tychy, Poland | It's not embarassing guitar moment... but it's quite embarassing / funny so...
few weeks ago i was jamming in a bar with two friends. there were about 60-70 people in audience and we were doing pretty well, but - unfortunately - there was a free beer. And after 3 beers and 1,5 hours of playing on guitar i told everyone that there comes a change, and Jacob will now play on guitar and i will take a piano (we were both playing guitars).
And i went to a piano and started to play Star Wars theme. With one hand. From the head. and not knowing how to play on piano at all.
After just few seconds in bar there was a sudden silence and even Jacob stopped playing to look what am i doing.
But at the end i've turned everything into joke, telling people that i was just kidding, and that jacob is going to play on piano for the rest of the night (even though i haven't asked him to play) which turned into a very good move because Jacob is playing on various instruments for 17 years, and our "Let it Be/ Canon / House of the rising sun" jam kicked ass.
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Location: south east Michigan | Brad.. Did you save the cartoon? I'd like to see it. Well.. maybe not "like" to see it. I just want to look at it. Wait.. that's not what I mean either.
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Location: Burbank | Back in the '80's doing the new-wave/punk band thing, we were playing the DEVO version of secret agent man and our synthesizer player launches into his solo just as singer is starting to sing the second verse. The singer stops and the synth dope keeps going. There is a guy standing directly in front of the synthesizer player, he starts busting out laughing as loud as he could bringing attention to what just happened where as no one might have noticed.
For me directly, I was playing in church last year, and because we have many different solist, the keys constantly change. Well this day we were playing a song in Eb that is normally played in open D. I didn't have my capo so I have to play the cords a half-step higher than written. I was so worried about transposing the chords corectly I didn't realize that the section that was in 2/4, I was playing in 4/4 so as the song progressed I became farther and farther off. You would think that I should be able to hear that what I am playing doesn't match what everyone else is doing and stop! Well that day the monitor was not connected and I could not hear myself acoustically because I was next to a loud piano. I was getting the oddest looking expressions from many people and I didn't know why. I assumed that they saw I had no capo and thought I was in the wrong key. When I realized they were about to end and I still had many bars left I figured out what the faces were for and felt stupid. My daughters friend told her, "I like the way your dad funked-up the song!" |
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Location: Midland, MI | Every time I pick up a guitar I embarrass myself worse than the last time I picked up a guitar. So, every time you see me with a guitar, that's my most embarrassing guitar moment.
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Location: Earth·SolarSystem·LocalInterstellarCloud·Local Bub | Originally posted by Weaser P:
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Location: Midland, MI | Originally posted by Jeff W.:
Originally posted by Weaser P:
By Jeff W
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Location: Earth·SolarSystem·LocalInterstellarCloud·Local Bub | Cliff posted 10,000...
Waiting for the tipping point.. |
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Location: CA | Not my faux, but once watched Steve Goodman at a small venue in Huntington Beach. I forget the song he was doing, but right in the middle of it, his strap broke and his Martin clonked and twanged to the floor. He didn't miss a beat and with the backup music still playing 'invented' an extra verse to the effect that 'been on the road so long that old Martin's gettin' tired. . . " or something like that. It was brilliant. He picked up the guitar after the song and it was okay. |
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Location: big island | it was at the southern jam. i was playing crimson lake's #47 while seated on a stool. i got up to do something else and, as is my custom at home or gigs, i placed the guitar on the stool, teetering in perfect balance on its rounded back, not giving a second thought that this was someone else's guitar and a #47 at that. i walked away and turned back around to see what all the instant commotion was about. at least four of the guys in attendance had bounded over to "save" the guitar with expressions of utter shock that i could be so careless with such a king's treasure.
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Location: Round Rock, TX | Lord, I've had most of these things happen. Forgotten lyrics, misplaced capos, "wardrobe malfunctions", starting an octave high (and I'm a bass), throat going absolutely dry in the middle of a song - can't do nothin' but croak 'til the end (some folks drop the "'til the end"). I've led accapella services where I remembered the words, but forgot the melody.
One recent one (for you, Brad) was when the band nailed the key change, went smoothly into the accapella chorus and when the instruments came back in, I absolutely nailed the power chord - in the original key. My LP was the lead instrument in that one, so it was way out front in the mix. You could see the jolt physically affect the congregation. It was the last chorus of the closing song. Yeah, that was a good one. |
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Location: Marlton, NJ | Thanks Randy... I had pushed that traumatic experience to the depths of my subconsience.
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