MightyTonewheel

I play B3 at a weekly jam at a well-known blues bar. The jam host creates a list of jammers and chooses names off a list for each three-song set. Somehow, a short, scrawny woman on an exceptionally horrifying coke trip wound up on the list as a singer, then eventually on stage with us. It slowly became obvious to the band and the bar-goers that this was not going to go well. I suppose my bandmates were hoping this could be some sort of Janis Joplin kind of thing, but no. We launched into a twelve bar shuffle, and she launched into screeching, twisting, and incoherent howling. We stopped after twelve bars, she continued. She crawled on the organ, then the bar, and took off with the wireless mic. The drummer yelled over to me: "Hey, Green Onions in G, and hurry."