I remember getting paid for the first time. I performed at the St. John's Carnival in my home town. I was 16 years old. Two friends and I doing Kingston Trio and Peter, Paul, and Mary covers and some other stuff thrown in. The day before the gig, I opened my guitar case and found all of the strings were slack. I had put steel strings on a Gibson classical and the bridge finally lifted. I played the gig with a borrowed archtop guitar. Don't remember feeling nervous, but based on later history I suppose I was (because I always am at the start), or maybe I was too young to have enough sense to be concerned.

It was our group's only gig. Easy come, easy go.

Roger in Baltimore