A memory popped into my head today. One I wished to share. While this tale has nothing to do with playing bass it is music related and you my bass playing brothers will likely understand and maybe identify with. Best compliment I ever got after a gig: Many years ago Labor Day weekend of 1975 I went to Crescent Beach. My Gainesville Brothers and Sisters will know the place. My then girlfriend and I spent a weekend at a small motel in Crescent Beach Florida. A friend owned the place. Eight or ten small cottages on the beach. We shared our cottage with a group. Such a blast it was lots of tasty adult beverages and other organic intoxicants. I played "at" guitar in those days and had found a religion behind many hours of Exile on Main Street. Learned every song. My girlfriend, Dodie, and I went to a liquor store for a bottle. We scored a bottle of Old Grandad 100 proof bottled in bond. Pretty much everybody at the motel was hanging on the patio enhancing an intense communal buzz. I dragged out my guitar, harp, and one of those neck brace apparatisi one employs to play harp and guitar. I began to recite the poetry that is "Exile on Main Street" fueled by the bourbon and the state of my love life. I poured my heart and soul into those tunes. I left all I had on that patio that night. I didn't see Miss Dodie again for more than thirty years after that night on the patio and only briefly. Oh, I nearly forgot, the best compliment. When I finished a friend said to me: " I never knew you were a blues man".