Yo Gummer,
Nice visitin' with you on the Goodman thing...as mentioned over there, I'd share a story with you...once upon a time back in the 60's...or, as I've called it before...
A DAY AT THE RIOTS
It was a wonderful day...we got a gig in the park...and the weather is beautiful...it don't get any better than this.
OK, check this out...I'm doin' the electronics for a young blues group...we had a killer lead guitar and a bunch of other talent...my job was to keep the cable ends soldered, fix the amps, stuff like that...oh yeah, and help setup and haul shit...we drove into the LA area to a go to a love in sorta thing.
When we got to the park there was a fork in the road, one lead to the back of the stage area and the other lead to the main parking...Mike “mushmouth” rolled down the window and told the cop we are with the band.
“Take a right”
But sir, we have a bunch of stuff to unload.
“Well, they provide the amps...you'll just have to take your guitars and drums.”
But...
“Move along”
Mush mumbled a few things and we went out to find a place to park...son of a bitch.
Ok, so, we're carry'en our stuff...singer's got his base & string guitars and harmonicas...and leads got his two guitars and rhythm grabbed his guitar and ...I got my stuff and grab a drum...mush grabs his bass drum and the rest.
So off through the park we go ...oh, maybe hundred fifty yards...toward the stage...
Mush says, "Day'em did you see all the shit those guys were wear'in.?
Later man,
Beare
Yo Gummer
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