Post by john on Dec 15, 2007 16:34:12 GMT
We are very glad to be here tonight for this special occasion, said our fiddler and opened up his instrument case just to find out that he had forgotten his bow. It was a blizzard out there. We were offered the gig
in the middle of wild west of Denmark. It had taken us 5 hours to get there, Normally it takes 2 from where we live. One of the audience told us that he was a fiddle player him self and we could borrow his. He left for home and came back one hour later. Half frozen do death. We thanked him and gave him a triple whisky. It went well until our banjo player found out that he had forgotten to take his medicine. So we stopped and he gave himself an injection and off we went. People were happy and had a ball . Not because we stopped but the actually liked the music. We played 4 set and encore and were ready for home
when we found out that the roads were closed and we had to stay at the inn. The inn keeper asked us to play a little more and so we did. The audience were getting noisier and drunken and a huge guy
went up to our guitarist padded his shoulder and told him how good he was. The guitarist I mean. Because of the music playing he had to talk a little loud and unfortunately he started wommiting so the martin guitar and happy owner were covered with puke. And that was the end of that evening.
At the breakfast table next morning the owner told us how glad they were for the music and we were welcome to gig when we wanted. We thanked him. Said goodbye, drove off in the morning
sun and 12 degrees below. And when we came back to our home place we said goodbye to each other and disbanded.
But that is another story
cheers,
John
in the middle of wild west of Denmark. It had taken us 5 hours to get there, Normally it takes 2 from where we live. One of the audience told us that he was a fiddle player him self and we could borrow his. He left for home and came back one hour later. Half frozen do death. We thanked him and gave him a triple whisky. It went well until our banjo player found out that he had forgotten to take his medicine. So we stopped and he gave himself an injection and off we went. People were happy and had a ball . Not because we stopped but the actually liked the music. We played 4 set and encore and were ready for home
when we found out that the roads were closed and we had to stay at the inn. The inn keeper asked us to play a little more and so we did. The audience were getting noisier and drunken and a huge guy
went up to our guitarist padded his shoulder and told him how good he was. The guitarist I mean. Because of the music playing he had to talk a little loud and unfortunately he started wommiting so the martin guitar and happy owner were covered with puke. And that was the end of that evening.
At the breakfast table next morning the owner told us how glad they were for the music and we were welcome to gig when we wanted. We thanked him. Said goodbye, drove off in the morning
sun and 12 degrees below. And when we came back to our home place we said goodbye to each other and disbanded.
But that is another story
cheers,
John