How about y'all?

Dave

[This message was edited by Dave Zirbel on 25 September 2006 at 07:38 PM.]

The Hills Of Home,
written by the great-grandfather
of the bride in 1907

He wrote the chords on a bar check
and then with the help of 3 people was helped up onto the 3" stage,
and sang it.

IT sounds like it is a smarmy, maudlin ballad,
but VERY strange things happened in those hills.

The old guy was hysterically funny, at age 96,
and the band was rolling around
trying to keep playing straight.

10 miutes later I HAD to sing

Daddy's Little Girl...

for the bridal dance,
with a straight face.

"You're the end of the rainbow,
the pot of gold,
you're daddy's little girl
to have and hold

You're sugar you're spice
and you're everything nice,
Cause you're Daddy's Little Girl."

We were an original rock band
with a jazz piano added, playing a fans wedding,
because they wanted us for us...
except for these two songs.
Gotta please dad and great GGD.

And our singer refused to sing it,
and was "visably ill" listening to me sing it.

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Italian mafia wedding 1977.

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When I played in another country band in Las Cruces, NM (before "new country", too), we were playing in a real honkytonk bar, we'd been playing stuff like Haggard, Johnny Cash, Waylon & Willie all night, and a guy comes up and says, "You gonna quit playing hippie $#&# and play some country music?"

Granted, I've heard some bands make Hag and Waylon etc. sound like rock and roll, but we sure didn't, we played it country, steel guitar and all.... don't know what this guy considered REAL country music.

[This message was edited by Jim Phelps on 26 September 2006 at 02:39 AM.]

A guy came up to us, stood there for a minute or two listening until we finished a song. Then he took out a ten pound note and said "I'll give you a tenner if you'll stop for 30 minutes - we're filming down the street and all we can hear is your singing".

We couldn't have sung any more anyway, we were lauging that much!

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"GUITAHHHHH!!!!!....Jimmy Page.....Hendrix!!!!....AWWWESOME"

Slouches over to the drummer:

"DRUMS!!!! Keeeeeeith Mooon!......Bonhammmm!!!! UNBELIEVABLE'

then to the bassist:

Patron: You guys play any Beau Brummels' stuff?

Sax Player: No, but that's OK. They don't play any of our stuff, either.

[This message was edited by James Cann on 26 September 2006 at 06:24 PM.]

I knew that too.

We get bizarre requests from college students all the time. Blues band, old school, a guy staggers up and blurts out - "Hey youze guys do any any Air Supply? Or how about some Van Halen? Eruption, man." Alt-country band - "Hey, my girlfriend wants to hear this Kenny G song - you know the one I'm talking about, right?" Old-school rockabilly band, greased up and ready to kick a$$, after a set full of early Elvis, Gene Vincent, Billy Lee Riley, Link Wray, and Eddie Cochran type stuff - "Hey, man - how about some Bob Marley - Stir It Up?" After the fifth or sixth persistent request, we're going "Look, you're in the wrong place - go see the Earthtones down the street - pleeeeze." Straight ahead jazz trio after something like Blue Monk or West Coast Blues - "Hey, blues, man - can you play The Doors 'Roadhouse Blues'"? Yeah, my favorite for sure, but at least he recognized we were playing a blues. We routinely get requests for some Emo, grunge, death metal, 80s hair-band, or something else completely off the wall for what we're doing, and would send the people who came to see us scurrying out of the joint. But most of the time, the effect is pretty comical - I couldn't make this up if I tried. I sorta wish I had videotapes of some of this. We could do a "Spinal Tap" type parody of the college music scene.

My favorite, which we get periodically: "Man, do you guys do any rap?" Yeah, sure - you hip to William McKinley or Grover Cleveland? Bring one of those and we'll make one up special for you. Nobody has taken us up on that yet.

Of course, this all causes some serious trouble occasionally. Some years ago, an agent booked the rockabilly unit at a roadhouse in the wilds of rural Central PA, only they didn't know what rockabilly was, and he didn't set them straight. They were seriously expecting Judas Priest, Nazareth, AC/DC, Motorhead, and so on. They also expected a semi-trailer with enough PA juice to blow them into the next room. Lemme tell you, they were real unhappy - gimme Bob's Country Bunker any day. We played one set, miraculously got paid (to his credit, the agent showed up to take care of bizness), and split toutes suite.

"Are you gonna play my song for me?"

"Play the other song you know."

"Play something good this time."