...which is odd for us, as we're a Christian praise and worship band, but... So, I was approached by my landlord, a composer/keyboardist, to play bass with his group of seasoned musicians at some weekend retreats. After finishing our set Saturday evening with an arrangement of "Praise to the Lord the Almighty," we decided to go to a local tavern to get something to eat and drink. While sitting outside with the guitarist and his friend, we overhear a waitress speaking loudly on the phone to her friend about a place with an awesome band. Intrigued, the guitarist asks her about the location of said venue. After getting some directions, he rounds up the rest of the guys from the bar, and we're off to see this band. After driving for about 15 minutes through what I can only describe as the middle of nowhere in Maryland, we come across the bar that the waitress mentioned, thanks in no small part to GPS navigation. Outside are parked a row of Harleys. Our group, with admitted trepidation, decides to go in. We enter just in time for the start of a loud, 45 minute rendition of "Freebird." The band are all large, long-haired guys that you wouldn't want to run into in a dark alley. Thankfully, they were friendly drunks. Did I mention, they were very LOUD? After the extended jam, the band takes a break. Our keyboardist (who is absolutely fearless, I should say) starts talking to the lead singer of the group. Three minutes of sweettalking later, we're running on to stage to play a few songs... Anyway, we get in two songs before the band begins rushing back to the stage. We were able to pull off a crude rendition of "Sweet Home Alabama" and "Long Train Runnin'", both of which seemed to be appreciated by the crowd. I got to play the bassist's Aria Pro through an '80 Ampeg head through a Trace Elliot 4x10 which sounded great for the style of music. Unfortunately, I'm used to using a low B string for both songs, and the bassist was using a four banger, which took about 1/4 of each song to get used to. Well, after the band decided to reclaim the stage, we thanked them and went on our way after the guitarist bought the band a round of drinks (which was a highly diplomatic move on his part.) Talk about fish out of water... It was fun though, not the kind of thing you'd expect to do playing a Christian Men's retreat. Several of the patrons inquired if we were playing in the area in the near future. I'm not quite ready to join a Southern rock cover band, but if I ever do, at least I now know a place where we could get booked. ~w.e.e.