The Big City Gig Part No. Two

"Now when we showed up... There it was, a professional set... A huge Hammond B-3 Organ.. (King of all Organs..same as used by Santana at Woodstock, etc....) 500 pounds of growling power... Something I'd never seen up close... With huge spinning Leslie Speakers... Oh, my God!..,I was finally closer to organist heaven than most... So there we were.. in front of A sophisticated NYC music group, A hudred or more people lookin' at us... I would'a flown the coop... But I've never failed to live up to a promise... Even at the cost of my humility.. So, this first gig, was a throw-together bunch... What we were doin' there, We hadn't a hunch... Let me preface this... I was sitting in front of a machine I knew not... With different controls... Like an aborigine At the throttle of a Flying Saucer... This first gig, I left the organ conrols stay where they were... I knew not what they did... Wasn't willing to experiment In front of these strangers... We played a safe, yet boring set... Safe in obscurity... Made the other band look extra good... We now knew where we stood... Not too long later, We were invited back again.. The perfect foible.. To contrast talents once more... But this time was gona be different!! We were gona give them a surprise... Bring some better musicians with us... See if we lit up bright eyes.... Now boldness always sounds grand... Makes a good movie... Braveheart in a band... But not all endings are happy ones... And can leave a bad taste... Guess you'll never know.... If you never did chase... That dream over the horizon... Even if you lose the race... So the second time 'round... We hit the ground running... And emboldened I grew, Decided to see, What these "drawerbars" could do... So we played, and I tried Driving my Spaceship, Trust me, didn't sound so hip... See a fool is one unaware of limitations... Willing to be brave without reservations... Many of those "drawerbars" were disharmonics... I doubt if I then even knew what that word meant... But pull the wrong "drawerbar" out... And go sound a train wreck... So there I was, with organ blaring sounds just awful... Worse than a torture scene in a horror movie... I think you get the notion.... I got strange looks from audience, and bandmates too.. To crawl out of there on all fours... That was all I wanted to do...