My neighbor, the pastor of a prison ministry group recruited me to go and play with them this past weekend since their regular bass player was unavailable. The songs were easy enough, but the venue was definitely different. On Saturday night we did a women's minimum security prison. They were great, really appreciative, really into the music, and it did wonders for my ego to have so many women checking me out, winking at me, making goo goo eyes at me etc... On the other hand, Sunday morning was at the other end of the spectrum. We played a men's maximum security prison. It took 2hrs just to get in the place from all the security measures. There were guards all over the place, and it was much more controlled. Still they seemed to have a good time for the most part. At the end after the Pastor had given his sermon, we had to form a gauntlet at the door and they all shook hands with us on their way out. There were about 600 inmates there and I thought it would never end. Some of the guys were as big or bigger as the dude in the Green Mile movie. One guy told me I did a great job on bass and that he had been a bass player too until he gave it up. Not thinking, I asked him why he quit. He said "Well I killed someone and ended up in here." That could have been the worst of it except for some guys whose hands were all wet. I asked the coordinator afterwards what that was about. He said that some of the guys sit in the back and give each other hand jobs during the program. I washed my hands up to my elbows for about 20 mins immediately after hearing that. I'm definitely ready to go back to my normal "boring" gigs. Ugh!!