kicker

Back in the mid '60s, in my college band, while belting out a Stones tune at the local Sat. nite bar gig (Brattleboro, VT), a loco local staggers up to the bandstand, looks at me cross-eyed drunk, starts to drool the longest thread of drool I've ever seen in my life, and just as it's about to reach the floor, sucks it all up and yells in my ear (as I'm still trying to sing), "Can you play 'King of the Road?'" It was beautiful, just beautiful :>)