I was so excited—I’d only owned it for a day, but I dragged it along to the gig that night, thinking, “Hey, I can handle the slow tear-jerkers.”
After the first song, the whole band looked at me and kind of smiled. By the third song, they all turned and said, “Don’t do that right now.” Tiny smile included.
I thought I was killing it… until the cassette recorder played it back the next day. Yikes. Out of tune, way too loud, sounded like a goose in a blender.
So I told myself, “Okay, lay back, practice, prove you can do this.” One week later—same disaster. Apparently, I’m a glutton for punishment. (your should have see the looks on their faces the second night)
Anyway, forget the slow stuff—Thankfully I was proficient enough on the Les Paul rig I had so let’s crank up the Allman Bros, turn it loud, and rock this place!
True story. (Sadly.) But like all things in time I managed to get good enough for the saloon joints and shit kickers and It turn out to be a real money maker for me for a little while back then.
Who remembers the look on the Bands Faces when the saw you unload a pedal steel guitar to a Southern Rock Gig or any Gig
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Barry Yasika
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