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It was a packed house.
“The Sheik Of Araby”, a hit from the twenties, was just hitting it’s peak. Toan and I were trading solos and trying to outdo each other, unleashing a furious barrage of speed picking licks.
Just when it seemed we couldn’t bring the energy up any higher, the drum stool that I sat on broke in half.
I fell backwards onto the ledge of the stage and just kept on playing, laughing hysterically. The place light up.
We finished the song and I stood up to an uproar of applause. I said something dumb on the microphone and picked up my stool, in three pieces. One piece fell to the floor with a loud thump and an eruption of laughter was heard.
The bartender brought over another chair and we launched right into the next song.
It was a great night.
The Tipsy Gypsy show at the Clubhouse in San Luis Obispo – 3.20.09
