I just remembered another gig-fart story.
I played an open Blues jam a few years back. It was pretty crowded stage with a bunch of instrumentalists. Well, I let out a stealth bomber and stunk it up. It was hard to keep a straight face, but I did and no-one was the wiser. But the facial expressions were real funny. Add the fact that no-one knew each-other before this, and you have the recipe for a social awkward moment.
The kicker is that one of the players was was a harmonica player. In case you didn't know, the wailing Blues harp comes from inhaling into the instrument, opposed to blowing on it. I let it rip during his solo. The rest of the story tells itself....
I played an open Blues jam a few years back. It was pretty crowded stage with a bunch of instrumentalists. Well, I let out a stealth bomber and stunk it up. It was hard to keep a straight face, but I did and no-one was the wiser. But the facial expressions were real funny. Add the fact that no-one knew each-other before this, and you have the recipe for a social awkward moment.
The kicker is that one of the players was was a harmonica player. In case you didn't know, the wailing Blues harp comes from inhaling into the instrument, opposed to blowing on it. I let it rip during his solo. The rest of the story tells itself....
...I wonder what I should have for lunch tomorrow???