Anyone who has played "a million" live gigs, or an endless string of
one-nighters with a band, has either been approached by some unknown
individual wanting to jam with their band, or had an audience member
(usually drunk) jump up on stage, grab a mic and start "singing"
along. On the rare occasion, the "volunteer" is an amazing musician,
or at least, quite entertaining. Most times, this is not the case.
Tone-deafness and/or a total lack of timing are usually what expose
the "enthusiastic amateur" for what he is . . . an alcohol fueled guy
who got caught up in the moment and wanted to be "part of the band."
God bless his pointed little head. Here's a guitar cord that seems to
be made just for such "inspired" moments. It also might have a
particular usefulness when auditioning bass players, or overly-
enthusiastic lead guitarists.
<lulupakal...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>Anyone who has played "a million" live gigs, or an endless string of
>one-nighters with a band, has either been approached by some unknown
>individual wanting to jam with their band, or had an audience member
>(usually drunk) jump up on stage, grab a mic and start "singing"
>along. On the rare occasion, the "volunteer" is an amazing musician,
>or at least, quite entertaining. Most times, this is not the case.
>Tone-deafness and/or a total lack of timing are usually what expose
>the "enthusiastic amateur" for what he is . . . an alcohol fueled guy
>who got caught up in the moment and wanted to be "part of the band."
>God bless his pointed little head. Here's a guitar cord that seems to
>be made just for such "inspired" moments. It also might have a
>particular usefulness when auditioning bass players, or overly-
>enthusiastic lead guitarists.
> <lulupakal...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> >Anyone who has played "a million" live gigs, or an endless string of
> >one-nighters with a band, has either been approached by some unknown
> >individual wanting to jam with their band, or had an audience member
> >(usually drunk) jump up on stage, grab a mic and start "singing"
> >along. On the rare occasion, the "volunteer" is an amazing musician,
> >or at least, quite entertaining. Most times, this is not the case.
> >Tone-deafness and/or a total lack of timing are usually what expose
> >the "enthusiastic amateur" for what he is . . . an alcohol fueled guy
> >who got caught up in the moment and wanted to be "part of the band."
> >God bless his pointed little head. Here's a guitar cord that seems to
> >be made just for such "inspired" moments. It also might have a
> >particular usefulness when auditioning bass players, or overly-
> >enthusiastic lead guitarists.
> I have had only one occassion over the years where I would have loved
> to have that! Man, I wish I could go back to 1980 or so.
> ********************
A lot of people wish that they could turn back the hands of time and
revisit the idealized era of their youth. Reflection and aging seem
to go together.
On Thursday, June 28, 2012 7:08:52 AM UTC-7, LULU wrote:
> Anyone who has played "a million" live gigs, or an endless string of
> one-nighters with a band, has either been approached by some unknown
> individual wanting to jam with their band, or had an audience member
> (usually drunk) jump up on stage, grab a mic and start "singing"
> along. On the rare occasion, the "volunteer" is an amazing musician,
> or at least, quite entertaining. Most times, this is not the case.
> Tone-deafness and/or a total lack of timing are usually what expose
> the "enthusiastic amateur" for what he is . . . an alcohol fueled guy
> who got caught up in the moment and wanted to be "part of the band."
> God bless his pointed little head. Here's a guitar cord that seems to
> be made just for such "inspired" moments. It also might have a
> particular usefulness when auditioning bass players, or overly-
> enthusiastic lead guitarists.
On Jun 28, 6:43 pm, dugjustdug <prestigerea...@yvn.com> wrote:
> We hand 'em a mic and tell them to sing the "Ride, Sally, Ride!" part. <cue sound guy to drop their volume out the front juuuust a bit. ;-)>
The brother of a television repair guy, who taught me computers, was
known by all the the local bands. As far as I know that was his song
for every one of them -- 'O, hell yes, call up Roger for _Mustang
Sally_.' Probably turn it up, although last I heard he'd left, quit
his 8-5, and had stepped up to gigging regularly in Houston or San
Antonio. Just probably wouldn't want to go quite as loud as if it
were somebody Wild Bull Riders really like, somebody like Joe
Cocker. ...really, more people like him and might get to hear one,
damned good _Woman to Woman_ more often.
LULU wrote:
> Anyone who has played "a million" live gigs, or an endless string of
> one-nighters with a band, has either been approached by some unknown
> individual wanting to jam with their band, or had an audience member
> (usually drunk) jump up on stage, grab a mic and start "singing"
> along. On the rare occasion, the "volunteer" is an amazing musician,
> or at least, quite entertaining. Most times, this is not the case.
> Tone-deafness and/or a total lack of timing are usually what expose
> the "enthusiastic amateur" for what he is . . . an alcohol fueled guy
> who got caught up in the moment and wanted to be "part of the band."
> God bless his pointed little head. Here's a guitar cord that seems to
> be made just for such "inspired" moments. It also might have a
> particular usefulness when auditioning bass players, or overly-
> enthusiastic lead guitarists.
...what make it even stranger is when the individual is a foreigner, passing through, that speaks just enough English to let you know his intentions...an Italian, last throw...
On Jun 28, 7:08 am, LULU <lulupakal...@yahoo.com> rambled on:
> On the rare occasion, the "volunteer" is an amazing musician,
> or at least, quite entertaining. Most times, this is not the case.
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I've jammed with a bunch of pretty strange musicians over the years.
Some were a lot more interesting than others. Quite a few of them
were hung up on one style or genre and couldn't play much of anything
outside their "box."
<lulupakal...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>God bless his pointed little head.
..oh, I wore that LP out. If for no other track, then
"Other side of this Life". Sure, the JA could noodle
into next week, 2nd 2 the Dead or ELP, but that track
just hit me, and it was only decades later I heard the
original version. I had too many words wrong. :'>
Maybe it's diff around here, but I don't ever remember
drunks jumping on stage, musicians or not, to 'jam'
with anyone. If some real musician came in, and the
wheels all turned, they'd do a few things, but crowds,
drunk or not, never jumped on stage and THEN got to
'jam', unless he was the person paying the band, or
birthday child, etc, and even then, short & sweet.
Once, at the old Boston Garden, the Faces were playing,
and some drunk who was at backstage left (right?) picked
up Wood's D/Armstrong, wrapped it around his neck, and
boogie on the stage, plugged in coiled cord and all, turned
up the knob, and was white SVT live. IMMSMW, he got right
in (the song Stay with me), got a roaring cheer from the crowd,
a laugh from the band, and Rod went over to him, took off the
guitar and 'ex-scorted' him off stage, kicking him in the ass hard.
