Okay, guys, thanks for all the help. I thought this would be a pretty trivial thread, but it looks like it helped air some issues about seats. As a temporary measure I took an adjustable secretary chair to my last gig. It turned out to be hell. The stage was a polished hardwood floor, and the seat kept rolling back everytime I hit a pedal.
As a reward for all your help, I'll tell you a real country tale about seats from back home in Mississippi. My Dad grew up in a little crossroads town in the Northeast corner of Mississippi, called Kossuth. It's about 5 miles outside of Corinth, and when you're 5 miles out of Corinth you are away back out in the country. My Grandparents ran a little general store at the crossroads that sold everything from horse collars to groceries. Next to the store was a gas station. There were always a couple of ole boys playing checkers in front of the station, and they sat on empty nail kegs from my Grandad's store.
My Dad retired back to Kossuth and the house he was born in. When he got too ill to keep it up it was sold, and I had the sad task of selling off the contents. One of the ole boys who frequented the store came by and bought one of the old benches that sat around the big pot-belly stove that sat in the middle of the store and heated it. As he was leaving, he told me this tale.
One time two or three ole boys from Kossuth decided to see New York City. So they drove up there. But somewhere in Manhattan they got into a big car wreck, and were killed along with the people in the other car.
A reporter went to the hospital where they took the bodies. He asked the emergency room doc who the people were and where they were from. "Oh," he said, "It was a real mess. The people in one car, we couldn't tell anything about them. But the ones in the other car were from Kossuth, Mississippi."
"Well, how did you know that?" asked the reporter.
"Oh, it was easy," said the doc. "They were the ones with nail keg prints on their butts."
