Ok, all, in the spirit of the Halloween season, I propose something chilling, thrilling, and hopefully downright anecdotal...what's the scariest gig you've ever played? I'll kick it off... Played a show with a four-piece avant garde jazz band in Palmer, Alaska, down the road from Sarah Palin's house. Honky-to-the-flippin-tonk ... They had a charbroiler on the dance floor so you could grill your own steaks as you two-stepped. Te drummer proceeded to get hammered...we began. CLEARLY-not too many fans of ours in the audience. In fact, NO fans is much more accurate. We run through two tunes...owner lady comes up and informs us, in no certain terms, that her joint requires something different than what we're laying down. I, being the bass player and having the squarest head in the band, agree readily. But guitar guy-ohh, guitar guy! -starts reading the lady the riot act about how if she just lets the audience hear out what we've got, they're going to love it, no problem. She huffs off. Another song creeps by, the sweat beads up sticky and warm. Song ends...drummer starts giggling, flips off the crowd, utters a very loud term in relation to his hand gesture and falls over backward. Second warning from management. Guitarist says okay, okay, we'll work with you. We start up a maudlin, instrumentai Wind Cries Mary. "OK, that's it," says manager lady. Here's sixty bucks for gas, go home, etcetcetc. Meanwhile, the locals........I have never packed so quickly, Tetris on level 10 for sure. Meanwhile, self-righteous, indignant guitarist is approaching random patrons in the parking lot going "hey, don't even bother going in there, they don't have any appreciation for good music..." as I get ready to hop in the truck without him. JUST AS WE LEFT- the mob came out, cowboy hats and boots and what all else. Seriously, movie-close. And off we drove, on a chilly November eve... MWAH-HAH-HAHHAH-HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!