My band took a gig playing for a dedicated fan in rural Missouri. It was her birthday party, and her big wish was to have the group perform. She was so persuasive and so incredibly kind, we couldn't resist. We drove the hour to her homestead-era house, and set up our gear.
My band had just landed an awesome show at a theme park in Missouri- we'd be playing in early September, and we couldn't be more pumped.
One of my first band gigs was with a praise and worship group when I was 14. The leader, James Nahrgang, would generously drive to my house and pick me up for rehearsals, and help me get to the various churches and festivals that we'd play. We all got along pretty well, but I think my homeschooling dorkiness rubbed the electric guitar player the wrong way. We never fought, but we weren't exactly best friends.
I've been wanting to write a collection of short stories about bizarre moments I've had on stage, and I figured now was as good a time as any to do it. This week I'll be posting 5 of the most embarrassing/funny/painful music stories I have, starting with the gig that almost ended my career at age 10: