We played last night- and our drummer, Skippy, had a bout with food poisoning although the rest of us had no idea how bad he was! 3/4 of the way through the first set he had to literally crawl off stage since everything was spinning and he had to throw up. Poor guy- he's throwing up in the DJ booth as the DJ is playing Lady Gaga, which would make me throw up, too. So he had to leave, and a drummer friend of ours, Pete Dayolas, who plays in a Pink Floyd tribute, sat in for second set. Then third set, our friend Kevin Fig, who plays with Extreme, sat in. What a crazy night of cueing drummers and we probably played better because we had to pay attention so closely to the arrangements! He's better today, but what a riot! He does the money too, so last night we're calling our soundman over- 'Hey Bear- what do we pay you?'
Like Johnny Rotten said: "It would be f'ing monotonous if every gig was good!"
Frank looks like he was having fun though:
Whole band before Skippy fell ill:
Brought out my '66 Strat for the first time in years:
Stook with Kevin Fig from Extreme:
and me having a laugh at the whole turn of events:
Gallery is here:
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