I was told I should do a TR about this, so now that I actually have pics...
I believe it started with a phone call from my friend Brian Kehew, back in Sept. or so. Brian is a friend who is a producer / engineer / recording artist, and he keyboard techs for a big famous rock group for the fun of getting to hang out with them.
Brian: Hey, man. Do you know how to plug in a Leslie speaker.
Me: Uh, yeah. You know I have a couple.
Brian: Do you know how to turn on a Hammond organ?
Me: Right. You know I own one of those, too. And the punchline is?
Brian: Can you plug 1/4" jacks into a Kurzweil?
Me: Come on man, what's this about?
Brian: Well, I have to go do a book release party in London in November, and I wonered if you'd like to take my tech gig with the Who for a few days.
Me: Are you kidding me? Fuck yeah!
Brian, an extremely cool guy, was aware that I'm such a big Who fan, that my wedding outfit was even a tribute to Pete Townshend. He didn't want to get somebody who is a real roadie to do the gig, and then have that person steal it from him, so he thought I would be perfect.
This was all fine and dandy, until Oct. 31st, Brian calls me.
Brian: Are you sitting down?
Me: I'm lying down, actually. What's up?
Brian: Rabbit's (the Who's keyboard player) wife is dying, and he can't make the tour.
Me: (very bummed out, knowing that this was all too good to be true, and it was never going to happen anyway) Aw man. That's horrible!
Brian: Right. But guess who's playing keyboards in his place.
Me: I dunno. Who?
Brian: I am.
Me: No way, dude. That's fucking amazing!
Brian: But it get's even better. Guess who's playing keyboards at the San Jose gig?
Me: Who?
Brian: You are.
Me: Holy shit, dude! But I'm not really a keyboard player!
Brian: I've heard you play. You're better than me.
Me: I don't know what gave you that impression, because I think you're wrong.
Brian: Dude, it's easy. I'll show you the parts. You only have to play on eight songs. You'll be fine.
And so started several days of shear panic. I mean, I was totally freaked. But I couldn't puss out. This was my favorite band. I was never going to get an opportunity like this again. I immediately thought about the first cliff I hucked, and how I had to take the attitude that I was just going to point it. I had a week to learn the stuff, and then I'm sure I'd get a short run though with the band.
But then I talked with Pete three days before the gig: "Say, you don't mind if we don't do a soundcheck, do you? It would really make things a lot more convenient, travel wise."
So here I am, a guitar player really, making my keyboard debut, with the fucking Who, in front of 17,000 people, without a rehearsal or a soundcheck. This is going to take some balls.
Oh, and did I mention that I have to do this without the aid of drugs or alcohol?
Well, I pointed it, and I stuck it. And here's the pics to prove it:
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