On the Rocks, Narragansett, Rhode Island

This was just one of those nights that only a true NRBQ lover can appreciate. There were so many technical problems with the equipment that it was amazing there was any music at all that night!! The club was a tiny room by the ocean in Rhode Island, filled with 'Q' appreciators who had paid good money to be entertained. They tried, they did our boys, but it was to no avail because the piano was off (big no-no!!), Tommy's high hats were falling off the little platform where his kit was. . .a host of endless calamity.

How he could foresee this situation , I will never know but miraculously, Terry pulled a couple of children's books out of his jacket pocket and started to mold each page of text into a new written piece, reciting as he went along, as if he knew beforehand that not much music would be played that night. Needless to say, this didn't please the appreciators who had paid good money to be entertained. Oh, no. . .they were not enjoying Terry's performance at all! I, on the other hand, was laughing my enormous butt off (of course back in the day, it was not quite so big:-). The more he read the less the appreciators who had paid good money to be entertained were entertained. In fact, I think it kinda got a little ugly as the then unappreciators who had paid good money to be entertained started taunting Terry with their demands to "play some fucking music".

It was a keeper!!



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