A quick note about Spinal Tap Moments - they’re not in chronological order. Or logical order of any kind.
One spring, I snagged the band an out-of-town gig. We went to Prescott to play at a venue called Sundance’s Place. It’s near the town’s infamous Whiskey Row, once known as a slab of watering holes for grizzled hermits, cowboys and real outlaw bikers. Now, it’s pretty much the poser crowd - though it still gets lively.
I’ve been to Prescott many times, but never before stopped at Sundance’s. I was in for a treat. This is a real rock ‘n’ roll venue. People are there to hear loud music and get crazy.
I just didn’t realize how crazy. Let’s take a quick inventory:
1. During our entire set, an autistic guy was break-dancing on crutches!
2. A grizzled old rocker kept slapping me on the knee and wanting me to give him “the knuckles” or a high-five after every guitar solo.
3. A buxom drunkette stormed the stage and rubbed various parts of her anatomy all over Todd during one of my solos. Todd kept on playing and actually blocked her from stepping on his pedalboard. The proper course of action, of course, would’ve been to let me worry about the guitar stuff, drop out of the song, and give the lass the proper attention.
4. While leaping off the stage and onto the floor during one song, I mis-judged the awesome power of my quads and rocketed straight into the ceiling WITH MY HEAD. Yes, I might be your hero - but I’m sometimes the goat, too.
Now that is what we call fun!
