bovinehost
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One time, way back in the times when pterodactyls darkened the skies overhead, I was playing in some club in Mobile, Alabama. We were sort of a Deep Purple kind of thing, I guess.
The guitar player leans over toward me to tell me something, I think, and I lean over toward him, sort of my left cheek really close to his right cheek, and we're front and center onstage.
We lean in, and this HUGE FREAKIN SPARK flies out of his face and INTO MINE. Nearly knocked me stupid. I had a burn mark for a week!
So when it happens, the 150 or so drunk idiots start cheering. They thought we meant to do it, and they damned well wanted to see it again.
The guitar player leans over toward me to tell me something, I think, and I lean over toward him, sort of my left cheek really close to his right cheek, and we're front and center onstage.
We lean in, and this HUGE FREAKIN SPARK flies out of his face and INTO MINE. Nearly knocked me stupid. I had a burn mark for a week!
So when it happens, the 150 or so drunk idiots start cheering. They thought we meant to do it, and they damned well wanted to see it again.