Funkier than the average bear!
I was in a band for a while and we did, indeed, ROCK! Actually we funked, which is even better.

Some very fond memories include:

A thunderstorm knocking out all the electrics in our venue except for our PA. We proceeded to play our finale in the dark with thunder and lightning flashing around outside. Very cool and better than any light show. Not for a moment did it occur to me that lightning might strike a power line somewhere and fry all the valves in my amp (and kill me a few microseconds afterwards).

Someone falling headlong into our gear having tripped over what appeared to be a completely flat piece of floor.

Missing our standard pre-gig MacDonalds and being forced to eat all the space raiders out of a vending machine while our one man brass section injured himself on a punchbag arcade machine.

In addition there are all the standard stories: breaking strings mid-song, forgetting that mics were still on and swearing to a whole family audience, playing to a completely silent room that felt roughly the size of the millenium dome, any technical skill slowly vanishing as I worked my way through 3 large whiskies lined up on my amp, playing shoulder to shoulder on a stage slightly bigger than a beach towel with a 1000W spotlight 6 inches from my ear.

I never got stuck in an alien cocoon though, nor have I ever played with dwarves dancing around a mini-Stonehenge.

And to any members of the "Fro" reading: when are we having a reunion gig?
(flimflam_machine, Thu 29 Jun 2006, 15:10, Reply)