THE GIG FROM HELL!
Everything that could go wrong,
went wrong. First, the Hotel San
Diego lied about having air conditioning
, so the joint was 100 degrees, then
the P.A. we rented blew up during
sound check. Most of the people
there were totally miserable because
of the heat and weren't into the music
at all. No one danced, and I don't blame
'em. The one shining moment was when
Buddy Blue placed 5 shots of bourbon
on the floor in appreciation cuz' we
played our asses off and got down and
dirty. I have never sweated so much in
my life, and as you can see from JR and
Wayno's shirts, neither had they. Poor
JR blew out his vocal cords because
we had to use my bass amp for a P.A.
Even so, we had ourselves a TIME!