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This wasn't exactly in the streets....but I was at a gig in Fishtown, near Philadelphia at an old renovated church hall. The band was doing a beef and beer benefit for a drummer friend that had been in an auto accident. Anyway....there was an archway to the left of the stage where an adjacent room opened. A fight broke out in the room and we could see it going past the doorway over and over and each time more people were involved until it spilled over the archway into our room and within 30 second the entire room was involved in this huge brawl. We were safe on the stage that was above and behind one of the bars serving cocktails, so the whole thing was hilarious to us until we realized that our sound tech and light techs were right in the thick of it all. Everyone made it out okay in the crew and we didn't lose any equipment. There were lots of arrests and the cops were there in about 2 minutes. It still remains one of my most vivid memories of my gigging days.

I was down in St. Petersburg, FL with Stitches and the keyboard player, was not feeling well. The house that the club provided for the gig was party central so we went and got a room at a local Inn just to get some sleep. We asked for the quietest room. They said, "We'll put you next to Ester Williams, she wants quiet ,too." Perfect! Right? Oh no. We never heard a peep out of Ester, but on the other side of us was PeeWee and Geraldine. He sounded like Barry White and she sounded like Flip Wilson's Geraldine. They beat the crap out of each other all night. Geraldine said everything 3 times. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Don't you understand PeeWee....I love you!" We called down to the office and heard them call the next room. Once PeeWee hung up he yelled at her for making noise and the arguing continued. Then we called and they sent someone to the room. Once they got a look at PeeWee, they never answered our calls again. We would have gotten more sleep at the party house!

I call my USA strat "Butter" and anyone who owns a USA strat knows why. I call my fretless Fender Jazz Bass, "baby" because she's like a sweet lover. I have owned her the longest out of all my guitars. I refer to all my other guitars as the C4, the Fury, the Martin, the 12, and the gut. The guitars from the past that I wish I had never let go are the '64 Fender P bass,(sold it on e-bay for $4500 to move to Seattle) the 4003 Rickenbacker,(traded it for a wireless mic and bass system...I know, right), and the Michael Kelly acoustic 5 string fretless,(sold it on consignment and used the money to buy a Roland Juno G workstation...a fair trade, but I still miss the bass) but... I have a nice versatile collection of basses, guitars, and percussion that serve me well.