The following is what I would label "my most unusual gig:" Some years ago, our jazz trio played a wedding reception at Bay Point Resort down in Panama City, Florida. It was quite elaborate, with plenty of food and "fanfare." We were playing outside under a huge tent next to the marina, where all of the million-dollar "vessels" were moored. 

It's the early 80's - Parachute pants, Jordache jeans, narrow leopard print ties, men's hair bigger than women's and the last gasp of disco. No, that wasn't the scary part. 

Strangely enough, in our weird little following here in Chicago, the Maggots song keeps getting requested. 

Last week, a lady caught on fire at a club. She leaned over the TABLE candle so her hubby could light her cig, and her long hairsprayed hair went WHOOSH! She was on fire. She wasn't hurt, thank goodness. 

Several of us amateur musicians were gathering to play gospel music for a "dinner-on-the-grounds" next to a Southern Baptist church in a rural south Texas town. As anyone who has been around this church knows, we love to eat and don't need much of an excuse to have "dinner-on-the-grounds."