
Last Saturday I played with a group at a local VFW, pure country, lots of room for the steel untill the guitar player powered up for the gig
Three rows of stomp boxes & a processor, all hissing & groweling, everything from a banjo to a flute on the guitar & the kitchen sink thrown in all pluged into a massive session 500 with the volume knob super glued to 10!This guy was mean looking about 50 years old with a flat top hair do & chewing gum.
After hearing He stoped loving her today with an organ lead in the middle, I knew the night was going to be rough for me the steel player and it was. Although I laid back on his lead breaks, he played all over mine every time.
After a few songs I was out of my groove & ready to do some work on the evil stomp boxes with a hammer!
As the night went on & this amature guitar player thrashed around with 200 different sounds, I managed to get my groove back & just ignore him & even got a few compliments on my playing which got me the old evil eye from this guy.
When the gig was over, most peoples ears were bleeding from the volume this guy was generating.I thought to myself, never again will I let myself be out of the groove by an idiot like that. Im glad he was just a last minute fill in.
Oh yea & it never fails, the guy who said we were great at the beginning of the night was drunk now & said the band sucked because we didnt play ,Gimmie 3 steps


