Whatever, guys! Any discussion of the mechanics of playing music, which, for many includes discussions of instruments, tunes and "T*****S, which are an integral part of the business, is fun for me.

My "B***Y" story involved a slightly incapacitated trip by the band to Tijuana from LA to get a certificate of incarceration from the Tijuana jail (it was the end of the folk era, and the certificates were $5.00).

We went to a local bar (imagine that) and, before we new it, were on the bandstand. A local dancer was just off the bandstand, bending backward with her, ah "equipment" pointed at me. I staggered over and tried to remove her pasties, which were glued on with what must have been the first version of "Gorilla Glue".

Outraged, she attacked the bandstand and we headed for the door. A "pocket knife" sex change operation just wasn't that appealing.

Can't believe we survived those days!


Russ