Larry
"Uncle Larry"
On Sundays I share an open mic blues jam gig w/ another drummer.
So last Sunday there I am. This night had an abundance of drummers, thankfully.
Towards the end of the night, I go out to my truck parked in the back of the bar. I was there for maybe 2 minutes tops doing something I can't say.
Here, the back of the bar was being staked by the fuzz out because recently, they had picked up an underage drinker there. I found that part out too late.
Long story short, I got arrested lol. At a gig. With my drums there. There's a first. They didn't give a crap that I was working there. They were very nasty for no reason, I was very nice to them. Man they really know how to tighten those handcuffs down hard, don't they? Also, they have optical scanners now, no more fingerprint ink lol.
Luckily there were other drummers there to finish the night. Luckily my wife was there and she broke my kit down and loaded it up and drove my truck almost home. I was taken down to the station house for maybe 2 hours. They said I would be spending the night, and that I would see a judge in the morning. Great. Then an hour later they came in to my cell (with the flat metal bed and metal toilet) and said that by the grace of God, the Sergeant decided to let me go provided I could get a ride. Called my awesome wife, and she turned around and retrieved me.
I know it's really not a good example to post this stuff, but I had to tell you guys.
And I got nothing but sympathy from the boss of the band. He asked me to play this Sunday, so it's all good there. I felt like such a tool though. Talk about your illegal search. And they never read me my rights either.
Chalk up one more gig story.
So last Sunday there I am. This night had an abundance of drummers, thankfully.
Towards the end of the night, I go out to my truck parked in the back of the bar. I was there for maybe 2 minutes tops doing something I can't say.
Here, the back of the bar was being staked by the fuzz out because recently, they had picked up an underage drinker there. I found that part out too late.
Long story short, I got arrested lol. At a gig. With my drums there. There's a first. They didn't give a crap that I was working there. They were very nasty for no reason, I was very nice to them. Man they really know how to tighten those handcuffs down hard, don't they? Also, they have optical scanners now, no more fingerprint ink lol.
Luckily there were other drummers there to finish the night. Luckily my wife was there and she broke my kit down and loaded it up and drove my truck almost home. I was taken down to the station house for maybe 2 hours. They said I would be spending the night, and that I would see a judge in the morning. Great. Then an hour later they came in to my cell (with the flat metal bed and metal toilet) and said that by the grace of God, the Sergeant decided to let me go provided I could get a ride. Called my awesome wife, and she turned around and retrieved me.
I know it's really not a good example to post this stuff, but I had to tell you guys.
And I got nothing but sympathy from the boss of the band. He asked me to play this Sunday, so it's all good there. I felt like such a tool though. Talk about your illegal search. And they never read me my rights either.
Chalk up one more gig story.
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