Tell us about a gig that was disastrous, but that you can now laugh about!
Here’s just one of mine.
For many years I played with an awesome soul band in Pittsburgh called Johnny Angel and the Halos. We used to play several times per season at Heinz Field before the Pittsburgh Steelers games. At one such game it was about 10 degrees F (-12 C).
Johnny kicked off the first tune and I put my tenor sax to my lips to play. My metal mouthpiece promptly froze to my lips like the kid who licks the flagpole in the winter. My reaction was to pull the mouthpiece away from my face, and the skin from my lips went with it! Needless to say I played the gig in pain!
It was so cold that the keys on my sax gradually began to freeze in place. During one big sax solo, I kept losing notes a few at a time, starting from the bottom of the range and traveling upward. I ended the solo with just a couple of usable notes at the very top of the range. Hee hee, maybe I should have called this story “That time I invented avant garde soul saxophone”. 30 years later I haven’t played another outdoor gig in cold weather!