Re: My first gig

The Dancing Phalanges wrote:

Hank, not always down hill. My first paying job was the Swan Inn in
Anchorville, Michigan, October of 1945. To call the Swan Inn a
"roadhouse" would give roadhouses a bad name. The thing that still
comes to mind is the smoke. It was so thick my eyes were watering and
I couldn't see. Good thing I was playing drums, cuz drummer don't
have to see or think. The group was piano, fiddle and drums. From
there it was all up hill for the next 50 years. I switched to sax in
1946 and during the 50s and 60s played in big bands in L.A., Vegas,
Reno, San Diego and the Midwest. It's been a great ride.

Yes, I understand the uphill part of it; I've been climbing that for
years, too. Good for you for taking that ride!

But Bob partly wrote:

I played at the winery where my wife works on weekends and I
played for a few bottles of wine!

And it's all downhill from _there_. He ain't kickin' it off in no
raodhouse. <g>

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