Phone call: "Hey, we need a bassist, so-and-so recommended you. Will you come practice with us this Sunday?"
Sure . . .
So today I go. And here's what I walked into thinking I was going to a first practice:
First "practice" was a live 3 hour performance to a biker/gangbanger summit meeting/kegger.
Try that going in blind sometime. That's pressure . . .
The whole time I'm thinkin, "The cops have this place staked out, a raid is imminent, and we're all going to jail!"
But leaving wasn't exactly optional, know what I mean?
Also, learned after arriving that the drummer got "trapped" also! Me and the drummer had never played with each other, or the guitar player and the vocalist, ever before!
(P.S., yes . . . we played "Born to be Wild"!)