Bad gig: As I was finishing up a song at an outdoor show, I grabbed my can of soda toget a drink, and a bee had stationed himself in there. SO as I proceeded to pour the liquid down my throat, the bee proceeded to sting my lower lip. It swelled 5x its size, my lower lip was the size of a golf ball for a day (luckily, it was the last song). Good gig: Not actually a gig, but a jam session for the posterity books. An old girlfriend called me late one Sunday night and asked if I could drive out to see her. I was not keen on the idea (50 miles away, lived with her parents, who were BTW cooler than her), but she begged and pleaded and convinced me. Well, I get there, and as I go into the basement, there is a whole band set up, and who is playing lead guitar but blues great Albert Collins (friend of her parents). She said that she wanted to suprise me, so I sat in on bass until the wee hours of the morning. Mitch Matthews Gravel Train/Sunken Road (SR is looking for a new female singer, spread the word)
