One embarrassing moment I haven't forgotten occurred when I was performing at an open-mic evening at the famous Passims Club in Cambridge. I came early so I wouldn't miss my chance to sign up. But it was still at least an hour before my name was called and I marched up to the stage, banjo in hand. I stepped up to the mic, carefully adjusted it, then swung the banjo over my head and adjusted the strap. That's when the tiny black plastic part, the lock nut, came off and bounded across the black carpeted stage. I quipped to the audience "I had a dream like this last night!" But I did find the little plastic lock nut and did my set of songs with no further mishaps, and the full attention of the audience.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble