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NW Pennsylvania

Nov 10th, 2016 10:12 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

There used to be a roadhouse near here. Had a Jam about once a month.

I'd done some stand-in gigs with both the drummer and bassist before, and it was a good time.

Along comes this guy with more pedals than hair.

Had his speakers blessed by Rene Martinez type-of-dude.

We're doing the old I-IV-V thing, and, predictably, he plays 10,000 notes.

Which is fine.

Then he nods his (bald) head towards me in a "Take it away, Pinetree" gesture... which I took to mean "top THAT!".

So I played one note.

Bent it. To death.

Pistol-whipped it.

Wrung it dry.

The bass player had tears coming outta his eyes.

I was pretty proud of myself.



Willoughby, OH , USA

I'm arrogant and a moron
Nov 10th, 2016 10:34 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

Fender Forum jam in Cleveland, maybe 15 years ago.DR Bass MD (Mark Douglas) on Bass with his brother Tim on Drums. By the middle of the first chorus there were vocal harmonies so sweet I almost had to change my underwear, and they had the groove locked down so-0-0 tight. Loved playing with those guys in a few different situations ever since. Unfortunately, Tim has developed health issues and Mark's day gig has moved him out of state (look out Texas).
So blessed to have shared stages with the two of them.

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Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
Nov 10th, 2016 10:45 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

I had big fun playing Herbie Hancock's "Chameleon" at two FDP jams.

At the Fracas in Manassas jam, I played the song with Robert Nixon on trumpet and his son on sax playing the song's riff.

At a Cleveland, Ohio jam, I played with the late great Seth Rosen who played mandolin with an envelop filter pedal.

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NW Pennsylvania

Nov 10th, 2016 12:35 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

And I've jammed with ^both^ of these guys.

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Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
Nov 10th, 2016 01:08 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

You are correct sir!

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NW Pennsylvania

Nov 10th, 2016 01:50 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

I was at one of the Ohio FDP Jams, sitting at the bar talking to Gary Weimer (gweimer).

Now, you go to these things, and meet the guys and girls you've been posting with, and sometimes you make assumptions.

Snakeboy is one of those guys who looks like Radar O'Reilly, but is, in fact, someone that you wouldn't want to come across in a dark alley.

But he looks harmless.

Anyway, we're having a beer, and all of the sudden, it sounds like Hendrix himself is in the next room.

We ALL get up to see who it is.

You guessed it.


Dude can PLAY.

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South Florida

Nov 10th, 2016 08:56 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

A couple years back....

I was ripping away channeling my best Hendrix and the folks were dancing and hopping around. A chunky lady three sheets to the wind hops up on stage and wraps up on me in a boa constrictor squeeze and with her teeth locks my right earlobe.

She hisses something about "I love you.." and starts weaving back and forth. I'm a big guy and pretty stable but she gets the better of me and we both go down crashing into the drum kit. She maintains her grip on my chest...or my ear. She did draw blood on my ear. Mike Tyson had nothing on this woman.

Her husband came up to intervene. I thought he was going to pound on me but he actually was more pissed at his wife and actually apologize as he plied her way by pulling her by the hair. I guess this happened before.

But it was at that moment I decided I was a real musician.

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Christian Slater
Nov 10th, 2016 09:38 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

Last month at a jam I was on guitar and vocals leading the band through Rikki Don't Lose That Number. Right before the first chorus, fellow FDPer ScottB leapt to the stage, grabbed a mic, and did *perfect* back-up harmonies. It was one of those moments that reminded me why I play guitar in the first place.

At another jam I played and sang on the Ween tune Push the Little Daisies. The entire audience didn't know whether to cheer or leave. Dead silence and stunned looks all around. It was another one of those moments that reminded me why I play guitar in the first place!

Years ago at a jam in Philly, fellow FDPer TriPA comes up to me during load-out after everybody else had left and says, "Did you see that hawt blonde that was at the table with my wife? She wanted me to set you up with her." Me: "You're telling me this now...WHY?!" Meh. Probably best for *both* of us that it didn't happen.

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American-made in Oz!!
Nov 11th, 2016 12:34 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

You want stories before or *after* I got sober????

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Edmond, OK

Nov 11th, 2016 10:07 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic



Southwest Florida

Alone in my principles
Nov 16th, 2016 08:59 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

I hosted an FDP jam a few years ago in Ohio. Among the attendees were the Chair of the Ohio State Astronomy Department (Brad Peterson), and the Chair of the Ohio State Physics Department (Jim Beatty). I was in over my head!



Nov 16th, 2016 01:45 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

Not really a jam story, but 10 years ago, I was in a cover band, opening (for free beer) for a Black Sabbath tribute band. It was in a little club called Good Guys in a blue collar suburb of East Baltimore - Essex, MD.

We were on our last song when the middle of the dance floor parted to reveal two jumbo-sized mamas, dukes up and throwing punches like men. They got hold of one another, each with a fist full of hair, pulling their heads back with their left hands and throwing haymakers with their rights. They spun around like this in a circle about 4 or 5 times before crashing on top of a table, breaking 2 chairs, knocking an old man to the floor.

Our song ended a couple seconds later. We got a standing ovation. The ladies went out in handcuffs.

(This message was last edited by ScottB at 03:48 PM, Nov 16th, 2016)



Nov 16th, 2016 02:03 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

Not really another jam story, but last week, 2 bandmates and I, plus Dave DeMarco - bassist for the great east coast band Crack the Sky were sitting in a movie theater waiting for the Rush documentary to start. The lights were still up, and we were just chatting back and forth when two guys walked past us, staring at Dave. They got about 10 feet away and stopped... "hey, that's Dave DeMarco!" "No!" "Yeah, that's him." "No, Dave wouldn't be in a theater, hanging with those 3 losers!"

I laughed out loud.


Silver Spring Md

Dec 1st, 2016 06:43 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

in high school I was in a band that was ok and known by kids in a couple of the local schools. I also worked at this drug store and one of the guys at work kept talking about the local bands (and constantly talking about the band I was the lead guitarist in without realizing it). Anyway one evening the band was going to have a rehearsal/small party (which seemed to happen a lot) and I told my coworker that I was invited to some 'jam-party' by a friend of mine who knew this band. He invited himself along and we walked in and everyone kind of nodded, so I stood there with him for awhile until the bass player/drummer looked at me and said 'ready'? I looked at my coworker and he looked at me all confused and I went over and strapped on the guitar and we broke into a tune.
The look on his face was priceless and the incident still comes up nearly 40 years later!


Silver Spring Md

Dec 1st, 2016 06:52 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

Not my story but kind of funny. A friend of mine (who is kind of big) was playing an open mic and made the wise decision to drink a little too much whiskey. He went to grab the guitar jack to plug in but instead dropped it back on the floor in the corner.
When he leaned over to get it, he left his legs locked at the knees and drunkenly tipped forward where his head ended up stuck down in the corner where the floor met 2 walls, and with his fat a** sticking up in the air facing the audience. He had to yell for help (it took 2-3 guys to lift him) and was a very very funny moment.

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juneau ak.

If you must smoke, please smoke salmon!
Dec 2nd, 2016 03:07 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

A few years back I played at the "World Famous Rosie's Bar and Grill" in Pelican Alaska. It was for the end of the season annual fisherman's Christmas party and it had heavy promo for weeks on Channel 16 on the VHF radio. Lots of the Troll fleet, Salmon buying crews, and fish packers came in for the party,I know it seems strange to have a Christmas party in the end of September but the scow girls that put the thing together are totally nuts!
One of the instigators had contacted me beforehand to play that night at the bar so I had a friend fly my amp, mic, and drum machine out on a float plane, I already had my trusty Danelectro guitar and Vox DA5 on the boat with me and had about 20+ songs worked out. Things got going about 9:00 after the town put on a huge feed, 5 or 6 turkeys with all the trimmings 5 or 6 hams, King Crab legs, fresh shrimp, and baked fillets of Chinook Salmon, pies and cranberries the works. Anyway, people gravitated toward the bar and I started to play a few songs when a really cute tall blond haired gal dressed in brown rubber boots, blue jeans and a sweatshirt comes up to the edge of the very small stage and announced that she liked the blues stuff I was doing and that she played harp and was wondering if she could play a few blues songs with me? Well, what would you guys say??... I grabbed her hand and pulled her up on the stage and asked her name and announced in the mic that my new found friend "Lacy" was going to play a song with me on her harmonica. I think we played "Wang Dang Doodle" or something similar and she ROCKED! She had been cooped up on her boyfriends fishing boat all summer and put in 100's of hours on those harps, she was good, we ended up playing for 3 hours straight. It was great sharing the stage with her because it took a lot off of me, she not only was a real looker but had some real chops. I'd sing a verse and back off and she'd do riffs until I moved in on the mic again not letting her over play, she picked up on it. One of the best songs towards the end that night was "Satisfaction" by the Stones, some of her tipsy admirers got up on stage with us and were screaming "I can't get no.... Hey hey hey!

After we were done she thanked me for the chance to get up and play some "real blues with someone" I said something like "sure anytime" then I said "I'm sorry but I've forgotten your name" she said it's "Lacy, you know, like women's underthings" Needless to say I'm impressed enough to not have forgotten her name!


What It Was!

cross-dressing for Rodan
Dec 2nd, 2016 05:54 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

A few years ago, my friend Tom kept nagging me to bring a guitar and amp to a Christmas party he was going to. I figured his band was there. After declining a couple of times, and him continuing to nag me, I said I'd stop by. I pulled up and he grabbed my guitar and amp from the car and went in. I followed him in, he had set it up in the living room, next to two stools.

..Clarence Clemmons was sitting in one of them with his horn. No lie. There were about 50 people all sitting around waiting.

I love Tom like a brother, but I'll get him back somehow. It could be 20 years from now. It could be in the middle of the night.

But I WILL get him back.

(This message was last edited by Dolemite at 07:55 AM, Dec 2nd, 2016)


LA-la-land, CA

Insert clever comment here
Dec 2nd, 2016 11:27 AM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

What an honor!


What It Was!

cross-dressing for Rodan
Dec 4th, 2016 03:16 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

It was, but I was too busy stressing to have much fun. I got to play with him again at Elwoods one night, there was a fund raiser in town and a few of these guys came over and sat in with us. Narada Michael Walden played drums along with Clarence on tenor. That was way fun, we made a hell of a racket.

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our time in hell
Dec 4th, 2016 10:56 PM   Edit   Profile   Print Topic   Search Topic

I was "that guy" in more than a few people's stories, most likely.

I loved to bring the Echoplex with the fried erase head with to jam nights.

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