Over 30 years playing on stages from dirt floors to the Hollywood Bowl, I’ve participated in a few dozen truly awkward on-stage moments. But one stands head and shoulders above the others as my crowning embarrassment. First, some of the runners-up:
MORTIFICATION BY PROXY: In 1986, I was unemployed, and unemployable, after having struggled for four long months with my fuel-injected 1969 Volkswagen 1600 Squareback, which I finally just left by the side of the Long Island Expressway just this side of “Cahoots” off exit 54. So I was thrilled when I got a call to go to Florida to work on my first cruise ship, the “Scandinavian Sky”. The “Sky” was a little glorified garbage scow doing day cruises out of Port Canaveral, FL. I made $275 a week. And each morning, the cruise director, Robert somebody, would come bounding out with a thick crust of scabs under his nose from all the cocaine he was doing and warble the theme from “The Love Boat” while we played behind him.