Hi, my name is Tyler and I play Alembic basses. In the '90's I was the token white dude in a Roots Reggae band from Jamaica touring the West coast. In the '80's I was the token white due playing Guittaron in a mariachi band in Texas. In the reggae band I would stand, literally, behind the drummer, wearing a variety of big hats pulled down low (at the band leader's request). But, the Rastas treated me well and made sure I got paid, not to mention having my back should there be some tribulation. Playing guittaron with the Mariachis I was asked to get more of a tan and grow a mustache. In this case I grew a beard, and the tan came easy. I was also fluent in Spanish. Eventually one of the trumpet players tried to set me up with his georgeous niece. Whew, that was a close one.
There was a heckler one night while I was with the reggae band. The set seemed to end quickly and then the Rastas introduced themselves to the heckler behind the club- problem solved! Cultural differences are often a blessing, and there wasn't too much blood. No stitches required, and the band invited him back inside. I think the heckler was then moved by the power of Jah!