I just sent this story to a friend in e-mail and figured it was worth sharing. :) The photo at right is at Confetties (Keith-Guitar Chris Base, Mike-Drums Lars-Vocals & Fran-Guitar off camera to right)

I was in a Delaware band named Hard to Get. We were a 5 member 4 piece band that played back in the early 90's at places like the Logan House and other downtown spots.  We did the county fair too. <laugh> We had a house party broadcast live from the U of D.  It was a great time. 

One night the band went to Logan House when we were not playing.  I don't drink but I had a lot of fun in other ways.  They have this long set of steps about 30 steps in all going upstairs.  It was carpeted and of course caked in beer from years of spills I suppose.  Well, my best friend and guitarist Keith is at the foot of the stairs and I'm at the top.  The building is mobbed.  Somehow I tipped over a partially filled beer bottle at the top of the steps that someone left behind.  There was more than one and avoiding them wasn't easy.  It starts to spin endlessly down the stairs spewing beer out. I yell to Keith and the guys, "Incoming!"  They dodge it and laugh as it clanks on the hardwood floor and peacefully settles after spinning about.  Beer covered the floor.   

Later a guy gets rude with Keith or something so he thinks on his feet and yells up to me, "Incoming!" I figure out what this means in a heartbeat and I kick a bottle over.  It was full!  It spews beer and hits the bottom step with vigor and sloosh!   Beer shoots up and out, straight up this huge guys shirt.  It was a classic moment!  Keith just looks at the guy like, "What?  I didn't do it."  Keith later told me this guy looked at him like he was about to launch into him and kill him because he just stood there in anger and confusion wondering what just happened.  Imagine this guy is standing there with his drink in his hand, Mr. tough guy now has a soaked shirt and beer on his face. <laugh>

The other band members got a kick out of this too. Oh... As soon as the bottle hit the bottom stair and shot up his shirt, I was gone. :)

My band days were fun.  And yes, I have stories about on stage too.  Yet this one night out with the guys was a moment I can't forget.  We were close, protective and had true camaraderie.  The five of us made a point of doing things socially and we practiced our music one hell of a lot.  That night at Kelly's Logan house was nothing for so many people but for me, I'll always remember, "Incoming!" I can hear Keiths voice now...

Lars