In 1976 the band I was in got a call from our agents: "Cold Blood is coming to the Aquarius [later Parker's Ballroom in Seattle, 1400 seater] and so-and-so who were supposed to open crapped out-- it's no notice, but do you want the gig?" "Hell yes," we said, and for the next three years whenever they came to town, we got to open for them. My particular dose of funk was delivered hot from the Bay Area by Mr. Domingo Balinton, whom no one seems to remember now, but was one of the Bay Area cats who started doing the slap-and-pop thing (then known locally as the Oakland Snap)-- every bass player in town would be down in front of the stage with their mouths open. It took me about ten weeks to figure out what his hands had been doing, and almost two years to be able to do it myself. I am deeply grateful.
that's an awesome story man! Got any other anecdotes you'd like to share with the newer generations?