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My band mates and I were performing by the Newport pier one summer afternoon. It was going well, and we had pulled several decent sized crowds throughout our sets. Everything was great; we were connecting with the audience and having a great time. Things slowed down a bit and, during the lull, a guy started hanging around the guitar case we were using to collect tiips. He seemed a little off, but we didn't pay him much mind further than making sure he didn't snag any of our tips. He leaves for a while. We keep playing and, about twenty minutes later, he comes back and drops something in our case. We finish the song and take a look at what he left us.

It was a dog turd.

We got a pretty good laugh out of it.

I broke a couch onstage while performing in a musical. It was a bit of choreography which had me spin and catch my partner while we fell into a seated position on a small settee. I didn't counter the weight with my legs and consequently broke the frame of the couch. Luckily it didn't snap in half, but the crack could be heard all across the auditorium. It was opening night.

My first guitar was gifted to me by my neighbor; I was in 9th grade at the time and was friends with his kid. We would mess around on the drum set and with the guitars. He knew I couldn't afford one and gave me his.. It was a Takamine electric acoustic guitar. It was broken due to some some unfortunate circumstances, but the lessons I learned with it shaped the performer I that I am today.