I was asked to fill in for a guitarist in "an Italian wedding band", as he put it.
These musicians were killers, led by an "accordianist" with a huge accordian on stands,
with ten ten inch speakers in cabinets on both sides of the stage, and eight other musicians.
They were saying don't worry about their songs, I'll do the rock and roll and sing, filling in.
But I said you guys are great, at least tell me the key when you start again.
That's all I needed, to hear G or A or C, because after that all musical bets were off.
These guys would work up a lather and hit some high notes, changing from major to minor,
or minor to major, sometimes for a line, sometimes a verse or chorus,
sometimes just looking around with michievious looks, maybe sneering at me,
until I ventured up to the front of the stage, in front of the accordianist,
following a frenzied mass of riffage up to a high acoustic peak,
and then I bend that note up higher, a wild and wobbly harmonic.
Dancers gasped, and some stopped to look, and the guys were smiling at me.
Nice! After that the buffet table looked real good.