Bobert, attaboy! Excellent bragging!

True story: I once sang onstage with Jeff Beck, Ron Wood, and Mickey Most. It was the winter of 1967-68, during the Jeff Beck Group's first US tour, at the Kinetic Playgound in Chicago, while the band was playing a simple 12-bar-blues jam as their final encore for the evening.

The then-unknown vocalist (Rod Stewart) jumped off the bandstand into the crowd; he huddled up with two fairly unattractive fat chicks, which I didn't understand until a few years later when I saw their pictures in People magazine and learned that they had been none other than the notorious Plaster Casters.

Beck started shouting at him to get back onstage and sing, and Stewart grinned and gave him the finger. I was up front jumping up and down and singing, and Beck called me up: "If he won't sing, you get up here and do it" (or words to that effect). So I did.

Although they were playing in a farily quick shuffle tempo, the first lyric that came to mind was from a favorite Buddy Guy s-l-o-o-o-w blues:

What can a man do when the blues keeps followin him around (2x)
Get hisself a half a pint of likker, sit there and drink 'em on down.

Then I spotted a guitar sitting in a rack and, pushing my luck, took one step towards it. Jeff Beck just needed his head, and two or three roadies immediately grabbed me and tossed me back into the audience. End of story.

Incidentally, I was so loaded at the time that, as time went by, I began to doubt that this incident had actually happened. ("I musta been trippin!") But last month, at a reunion where I met up with some of the friends with whom I attended that show, I learned that several other folks remember the same thing, so it must have really occurred. Oh, to be young again!