Rushed to a second job, where I was already set-up. I had loaded rapidly. On a break from the 2nd job, I went out to check on my equipment in the car. My keyboard was gone!

After I calmed down, I went back to the first club. It was pitch dark. My MS-60, in a black case, was sitting out in the yard, leaned up against a fence. It had been there for 4 hours. Probably 450 people went by it.

Doesn't say much for my taste in keyboards, does it?

On another job, the wife of the owner kept calling for country tunes night after night.

I'd had enough, so I used my best Johnny Cash
voice and said, "Hello there...I'm George Wallace and I'm going to be president of the United States"...followed by my worst mocking version of "Hear that train a commin..."

I don't see well without glasses, but I looked over at my partner, who looked worried. I slipped on my glasses and saw that Kentucky State College, a historically African American Institution, was having its annual alumni dinner.


Luckily, I knew one of the Admission people who knew what I was doing. He got up an started a "clog". In a few minutes, there were 50 or so alumns clogging away, laughing (this was in the early 70's).

Thank goodness for a good sense of humor!


Russ