My first real gig....like it was yesterday. It was 1996, and I was the singer/bass player in a really terrible punk/psychobilly band. I say terrible in hindsight, though it was incredibly fun. I was 18, a baby really. Looking back, it's hard to believe I had the balls to pull it off given my limited abilities at the time. That's the benefit and enthusiasm of youth carrying the day. My drummer, who was older than me and had been around the block set everything up. Booked us opening for a good touring band, with some very popular local punk bands on the gig as well. The club was your typical dive.
The show was very well attended. I was super nervous. Like heart pounding inside my head nervous. That gave way to adrenaline after a couple of songs, and I remember that feeling of being hooked afterwards. I can still remember so many details about the night, except for the set we played! The only detail I recall was our guitar player breaking a string, and switching to my guitar that we brought as a backup.
That club is vacant lot now.