Ok, too late!
Our own VG is the subject of my first tale...
Location: My demo room with Dave Friedman, the Marsha, six M75's aimed at VG.
George has placed his Corona on top of Dave's stripped 4x12 cab. He's got the Marsha wound up pretty good, and is playing his ass off (in case you didn't know it, George can tear up a fretboard pretty good). He's obviously getting into it, and the amp/cab setip is responding.
I'm sitting on the couch, sipping a Tecate.
I notice his beer bottle is bouncing just a little. After about 10 seconds it does a volcanic beer explosion. It pours out right over the top, down the sides, forming a puddle underneath the bottle and on the cab.
No one notices but me. I sit amused, and take another big swig of my Tecate.
About five seconds later, with George still wailing away and no one looking, the beer starts to move towards the front of the cab...slowly at first, then a bit faster.
After about 10 seconds it makes a much more dramatic move towards the cab edge and is tipping over when Dave Friedman notices and yells "Holy Shit!" and makes a grab for it.
Too late.
It gets the angle, and takes a dive right to the carpet. It bounces towards George (still wailing and not paying the least bit of attention to Dave's scream), splashing beer on his pant legs and shoes (George fails to react to this). Then it bounces back the other way and splashes onto Dave's grillcloth, and then it settles onto the carpet and pours almost it's entire contents out.
Dave finally dives on the beer, which now has about an inch of beer in the bottom of it, and places it back on top of the cab.
George finally stops playing with a large, shitting eating grin on his face, and says something like "Jesus, that's addictive!"
Then he notices his beer has made this mess. Dave looks at his beer, and says "Well, I wanted this cab reliced anyway, so what the fuck!" and pours the rest of George's beer on top of his cab, where it proceeds to spill over the front lip again and drip down the cloth.
Fast forward to dinner a few hours later. I corner George..."So...you kinda dug that Marsha, eh, George? Sheesh, your beer spills all over, gets your shoes & pants leg wet and you don't stop playing!"
"Jim, I couldn't stop. I was just having too much damned fun playing that amp."
Nice to know we can appreciate each other's stuff!
