Gig day came, and four-fifths of the band, along with our faithful road crew, began setting up for the performance. I had asked Steve - a friend and ministry student at the college I attended - to announce us at gig time. "No problem," he said.
Gig time came, along with our missing band member, arriving just in the nick of time. Jason had just shown up from a mandatory choir recital at our college, and with no time to spare, he was still in his tux!
The lights dimmed, and our friend, Steve, walked out to introduce us. He called us out, one by one, as we walked to our respective instruments on the stage. Keep in mind, Steve was a ministry student. Finally, he introduced our drummer, Adrian.
"And on drums, Mister A-A-Adri-i-i-a-a-a-n-n-n Rogeeerrrsss!"
The applause resounded as Adrian walked out, though Adrian looked extremely perplexed. The only problem with Steve's dynamic introduction: Adrian's last name was James. Adrian Rogers was an author of ministerial books that Steve was fond of.
Nevertheless, the show must go on and it did: "Adrian Rogers" pounded those drums, and guitar chords blared through the amps. It must have been mind-boggling to the senses: hearing blaring rock being cranked out while watching our tuxedo-adorned guitarist!
For some odd reason, I had taken up with a big jug of Sunny Delight earlier while setting up. "Sunny D" is a citrus beverage, and I was nursing on that jug right before gig time. Now on stage, belting out songs, my throat began to feel a little irritated.
As the songs rocked on, my pipes felt increasingly raw. By the last few songs (mercifully, we had arrived near the end), my throat was on fire! The "Sunny D" did not pair well with singing, and I was now sounding like an elderly man with a bad case of laryngitis!
An "author" pounding the drums... A shredding guitarist in a tuxedo... An elderly voice heaving out vocals... Just another day in the life for our humble little band. More to come...
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- K -
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