Im going to submit this every few sentences, so it doesnt log me out dammit! I should have this story pretty well polished, since ive typed
it 4 times only to be "Your not logged in".. 15 minutes later..
************** Ok..its 1975, and im 21 years old..we have a pretty slammin band in N.Arizona mainly because we had a singer sax player
who could figure any song out by ear, in 10 minutes, and then i would learn note for note from him. Worked out great, at least for Chicago
War, etc type of songs. We covered some LedZep, Hendrix..Chicago.. "Archie Bell and the Drells"..(for you other old farts!).. stuff like that.
So once we realized that we could sell out a HS Gym and attract 400 to 700 people...we did this about twice a month..
I still get a smile on my face remembering how i would get paid $100 for roughly 4 hours work, and i only made $90 a week! Good times..
So about our 5th or 6th gig, we were taking a break, and this guy who had been to my left just off the stage all night asks me if he can
check out my LP? (Ibby LP pre lawsuit, awesome!) Being the nice guy that i am, i let him go up to my axe on the stand..
Well he goes over, and turns up my Fender Dual Showman Stack, and starts rippin Aminor pentatonics...out the wazzoo~! (Another old
man term!) At first im impressed, and smiling at his wanking fretboard skills...(not playing anything...just rippin pretty fast)
So after about 8 minutes, my singer is giving me the eye..."lets get finished up here"..and so i ask him for my guitar back, and
he says.."Why? They love me"! SO i let him play for another minute or two, and then im getting irked... So i go over and turn]
the volume down on my amp.. Well the crowd starts booing me... he is raising his hands like Rocky Balboa...(but before Rocky came out!
Now i look like the spoiled kid..(and i have to admit, that my face was probably red, from embarssment, over being schooled with
my own equipment) So i shepishly grab back my Ibby..and my singer says.."Lets do "Color my World"...(a slow Chicago piano ballad)
*you death metal guys dont know real music dammit!) Anyway..i tell my singer.."What? After that? With everyone booing me""??
So now i got big time pressure on me, to not suck... somehow redeem myself...or just lose all credibility with this small town
over a dude that doesnt even live here, and ive not seen him before..(or since) So i closed my eyes...and for some reason Al DiMeola
came to mind. I had just gotten his album,and he blew my mind.. (Spanish Gypsy i think?) So i move out to the front of the stage..and
Close my eyes..and im thinking..."What the fuck am i going to play? Now just like Ralph Machio did... (10 years before he did it!)
I went back to something i had learned 8 years before...played it everyday..and it wasnt something you heard in 1975...
Mallegena' !! So i do my best DiMeola impression, and start into this spanish finger picken fretboard workout.. Yeah...thats
got em quiet..and since i just learned about a year before how to mute pretty good, i am chicken muting my ass off thru most of
the quick string skippin... I also learned how to fake that "Flamenco" crazy fingers thing... and i added lots of that into it..
and the crowd went nuts! My First standing O! The dude at the side of the stage, gives me a smile and a nod... and im justified!
Thank god, im back to being the legend in my own mind again! LOL
So after it dies down a bit...i get what distortion i can get from the Dual Showman and start into "Purple Haze"... maybe my best
riffing at that time... All is good.. and my first Cuttin heads moment with 500 people watching is a success... whew.. i would
have been scarred for life, if i hadnt pulled out some Flamenco riffage... just in time..
I always wonder if i had a time machine and could go back to that moment.. and do something i now know how to play..?
That way 4 years later, those people would hear "Eruption" on the radio, and go "Hey, i heard a guy 4 years ago play that!!
EVH just stole it from that guy i guess"... :-)))
So whats your competition story?? I want to hear Matts!
it 4 times only to be "Your not logged in".. 15 minutes later..
************** Ok..its 1975, and im 21 years old..we have a pretty slammin band in N.Arizona mainly because we had a singer sax player
who could figure any song out by ear, in 10 minutes, and then i would learn note for note from him. Worked out great, at least for Chicago
War, etc type of songs. We covered some LedZep, Hendrix..Chicago.. "Archie Bell and the Drells"..(for you other old farts!).. stuff like that.
So once we realized that we could sell out a HS Gym and attract 400 to 700 people...we did this about twice a month..
I still get a smile on my face remembering how i would get paid $100 for roughly 4 hours work, and i only made $90 a week! Good times..
So about our 5th or 6th gig, we were taking a break, and this guy who had been to my left just off the stage all night asks me if he can
check out my LP? (Ibby LP pre lawsuit, awesome!) Being the nice guy that i am, i let him go up to my axe on the stand..
Well he goes over, and turns up my Fender Dual Showman Stack, and starts rippin Aminor pentatonics...out the wazzoo~! (Another old
man term!) At first im impressed, and smiling at his wanking fretboard skills...(not playing anything...just rippin pretty fast)
So after about 8 minutes, my singer is giving me the eye..."lets get finished up here"..and so i ask him for my guitar back, and
he says.."Why? They love me"! SO i let him play for another minute or two, and then im getting irked... So i go over and turn]
the volume down on my amp.. Well the crowd starts booing me... he is raising his hands like Rocky Balboa...(but before Rocky came out!
Now i look like the spoiled kid..(and i have to admit, that my face was probably red, from embarssment, over being schooled with
my own equipment) So i shepishly grab back my Ibby..and my singer says.."Lets do "Color my World"...(a slow Chicago piano ballad)
*you death metal guys dont know real music dammit!) Anyway..i tell my singer.."What? After that? With everyone booing me""??
So now i got big time pressure on me, to not suck... somehow redeem myself...or just lose all credibility with this small town
over a dude that doesnt even live here, and ive not seen him before..(or since) So i closed my eyes...and for some reason Al DiMeola
came to mind. I had just gotten his album,and he blew my mind.. (Spanish Gypsy i think?) So i move out to the front of the stage..and
Close my eyes..and im thinking..."What the fuck am i going to play? Now just like Ralph Machio did... (10 years before he did it!)
I went back to something i had learned 8 years before...played it everyday..and it wasnt something you heard in 1975...
Mallegena' !! So i do my best DiMeola impression, and start into this spanish finger picken fretboard workout.. Yeah...thats
got em quiet..and since i just learned about a year before how to mute pretty good, i am chicken muting my ass off thru most of
the quick string skippin... I also learned how to fake that "Flamenco" crazy fingers thing... and i added lots of that into it..
and the crowd went nuts! My First standing O! The dude at the side of the stage, gives me a smile and a nod... and im justified!
Thank god, im back to being the legend in my own mind again! LOL
So after it dies down a bit...i get what distortion i can get from the Dual Showman and start into "Purple Haze"... maybe my best
riffing at that time... All is good.. and my first Cuttin heads moment with 500 people watching is a success... whew.. i would
have been scarred for life, if i hadnt pulled out some Flamenco riffage... just in time..
I always wonder if i had a time machine and could go back to that moment.. and do something i now know how to play..?
That way 4 years later, those people would hear "Eruption" on the radio, and go "Hey, i heard a guy 4 years ago play that!!
EVH just stole it from that guy i guess"... :-)))
So whats your competition story?? I want to hear Matts!
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