?stimulating? discussion, cough arg wheez
My guitar player was fond of ?between-set attitude adjustments?, usually with benign effects. One night, we?re back and into the first song in the last set after ?just a brief sojourn to the parking lot? and he?s soon wandering around the stage checking his gear and looking at first bemused, annoyed and then spiraling to critical mass. While he?s doing this, he?s half-assed playing his parts and forgetting that he?s supposed to be singing, too. I make my way over and ask him what?s up, he tells me his sound is ?!@#$%^ up?. Well, yeah. I know it, the crowd knows it, the owner knows, geez even the drummer has figured that out. So I take a quick look around his set up and then notice something odd. He?s left his wha pedal on from the last song of the previous set. I stomp on it, give him a ?God love ya, you moron, now play!? look. He rolls his eyes, sheepishly mouths ?thank you? and then didn?t miss a lick the rest of the set. I?ve never seen the goober concentrate so hard before - that?s one way to kill a buzz.
What I thought was so funny about this is that he'd mess with everyone else by randomly stomp on your pedals during a gig, pay back is sweet.
