This post comes from our buddy David from Stringwalker Lutherie. He has been a musician all his life (longer than most of us have been alive) and a pro bassist for many bands both in upstate New York and Southern California. A studio session musician for many years as well. He is a builder and repairer of all sorts of stringed instruments and responsible for the outstanding fretwork on most of the guitars and basses used by us in the studio and on stage. His site can be found HERE.
We asked him for a story for the blog and this is what we got ~
A long time ago (1977) after being in California for only a few months and desperately trying to find a gig, I managed to get hired for a month long gig in Vegas at the Golden Nugget. Working six nights, three shows a night. I was pretty green to the Vegas scene being a rural musician from the outskirts of Buffalo, NY.
The bright lights and other worldly action was nothing short of amazing, especially on one night that we had this intrusion to the show that at first I thought was just some drunk patron who just got very carried away and was out of control. Out of the audience this guy comes up to the stage in the middle of a song, rolls...yes rolls...onto the stage, gets up, goes over to a guitar in a stand that the pedal steel player used, picked it up, put the strap over his head and started playing with us.
Now mind you, I had NO idea who the heck this guy is, and where the heck is security when you need them AND why didn't anybody in the band object? On top of it, all the main people in the band were all smiles and welcoming him to share their microphone. He was actually pretty good on guitar and his voice a little different but the place went crazy and at the end of the song. The applause was deafening.
Now how was I to know that the band I was playing with, 'Spanky and Our Gang' was such good friends with Willie Nelson. Definitely a night to remember!
~ David @ Stringwalker