A hundred years ago, when I was younger, I was one third of a trio. The other members shall remain nameless. In 1959, we did a feature gig at the Seattle Yacht Club. It was quite a "prestigious" gig for us and we were the envy of the "U" district for a while. Unfortunately, the speaker who proceeded us was long winded and we were invited into the bar to wait our turn. The beautiful lady (NEVER form a trio without at least one beautiful lady) proceeded to quickly down three glasses of wine. Being the virgin that I was, I stayed with soda.

When we finally got on stage, I knew we were in trouble. Sure enough, the beautiful lady could barely stand, let alone remember her words or sing on pitch. As we started to sing a duet that we'd practiced for many hours, she completely lost it. The other trio member helped her off stage and I finished the set my myself.

We did get paid, eventually, but we weren't asked back. bob(deckman)nelson