The other story
In 2004, I briefly played bass with a (actually really bloody good) band called Ciccone.
I replied to a post on a messageboard, they sent me a CD and to my surprise, I liked it a lot - indie, punky pop with a male and a female singer, a bit blur and libertinesish, and better than a lot of bands that sold a lot more records.

Anyway, I got the impression they had suddenly been left without a bassist, because they were auditioning bass players while also preparing for gigs - they asked if I'd be able to learn most of the album in a couple of weeks, as they had a gig at the Dublin castle lined up, and needed a bassist to be in the video for their single. I'm by no means a great bassist, but I'm a quick learner so I agreed (though it was tactfully understood on both sides that this didn't mean I was permanently in the band - they were audtioning other people, and for some reason I had blond curtains and enjoyed wearing a black v-neck t shirt at the time. Not a great look)
The gig was in the summer of 2004. Specifically, the night England played Portugal in the quarter final of the Euro's.
Nobody was I the back room at the time we were due to start, so the promoter told us we could wait until after the football.
Great match, though it ended, as always happens, with England going out on penalties. Back then that was still heartbreaking rather than tediously inevitable.
We had to go on stage 30 seconds after. Suffice to say we didn't win the crowd over.
I got talking to the singer of the band Art Brut afterwards, who asked me what I thought of the gig. I told him I had played bass in it "oh, yeah - that was excellent stealth bass playing" he said, which seems to be a very nice way of saying that I have absolutely zero stage presence

(If interested, look up "Ciccone look at you now" on YouTube, and Rebekah Delgado, the singer on spotify)
(clinteastwoodbradfield, Sat 27 Jul 2013, 11:15, Reply)