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He kept going on and on for ages and made us all feel a lot worse.
I don't think my fingers felt right once during the whole set
My friend proposed that the band we were in stood in for the tapes at the Rochdale gig. AR agreed on the condition that we ran through the set the night before - and if we weren’t good enough, he’d play to tapes.
We got a list of songs faxed through and rehearsed them solidly for two-three weeks before the gig. AR ran through the set with us - and we passed the audition.
To make matters worse, as the whole event was to promote his Hotlicks tuition tapes, the 500 strong audience was made up almost entirely of guitar players.
A great opportunity and a wonderful memory....
There were probably a good few hundred in the venue and at the end of the first song literally one solitary handclap was heard and then you could hear a pin drop. Same for all the other songs.
I was about 15 and I played flute in a big band. I was a fairly decent player and the band was good but obviously for an outside gig like that I needed to be mic'd up, which was a very new experience for me. Sound checking was a riot - I could hear myself bouncing all around the square as I showed off all my best party tricks.
It was fun but bloody scary for someone not used to being either heard or loud!
The occasion was a funeral in freezing cold crematorium chapel in winter.
Cold hands, extreme nerves and unfamiliar arrangements in a style you don't play often are not a good mix. I did it, but I wouldn't want to do it again.
Don't talk politics and don't throw stones. Your royal highnesses.
I'm not much of a singer today - I get by - back then I had a better set of pipes (sadly an accident in 2000 buggered my vocal chords - thats a different story) but I was shitting bricks. We came on stage in the room out the back, and the opening song was Hanger 18 by Megadeth. The guitarists blazed through the opening, and were playing the riff with drums pounding behind me and... I couldn't even remember my own name, let alone "Welcome to our fortress tall..." The band kept playing the riff, as I - like a rabbit in headlights, desperately tried to remember the first line...
It felt like about an hour, but it was probably less than 20 seconds that I floundered before the bass player shouted the line into my ear and I was away, a little squeaky and wobbly. The biker dudes were utterly brilliant as it turned out and we had a fantastic night in the end.
Our encore... Hanger 18 with a 'proper' vocal.
I still have nightmares about that one!!
There's always a friggin' solo guitar intro at the very start of the show IME, I think they all do it deliberately to settle their own nerves.
I was back home before the big haired & heavily made up glamsters came out of the dressing room.
Other than that, my first gig as the songwriter and singer, I'd always just been the rhythm guitarist before then, I was terrified, although no one mouthed that we were shit throughout.