Lead Guitarist



I've been asked to sit in on lead guitar for Bobby Vee tomorrow at a private party at his son's house. It's a low-key gig but I'm pretty nervous.

Stick me next to Tommy and I should be fine. That and a mantra of, "don't fuck up" ought to do it.

Later in the night it's Collective Unconscious jamming. That's always fun.

Don't fuck up… Don't fuck up… Don't fuck up… Don't fuck up…


Comments

Muggsy said…
Well, that was painless. And FUN!
August 3, 2008 at 2:21 AM
Cari said…
It was a great party and you did just fine. That whole family is so sweet. I wonder how I can get them to adopt me?
August 4, 2008 at 12:42 PM
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