The Yacht Rock Revue played a mixer at the Piedmont Driving Club last night. Expensive pussy. Lots of hot, ultra rich women as far as the eye could see. There was also a crazy lady who terrorized Mark Dannells for a while (much to my enjoyment).
So guess who played a wrong note in the fuckin' Maneater solo? What the hell is wrong with me?
In my defense, I will say that the sound on stage was kind of strange, and when I went up to play the solo, almost the only thing I could hear was Bencuya's synth (but not really the rhodes) and some drums, and I felt like I might be in the wrong place and maybe my mic wasn't on.
Everything else was cool and they loved us. Easy gig!
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