Nikita Boone

The famous Nikita Boone Hiwatt amp story (deserves it's own page...)

Parsippany Holiday Inn - The most important song we never learned - Seals and Crofts' "We May Never Pass This Way Again." As it turned out "We May Never Pass This Way Again" was the theme of the prom, and, for the last dance we were supposed to play the song and the Prom King and Queen were to dance and there wouldn't have been a dry eye in the house. Unfortunately - we, to a man, were clueless. We COULD have learned the song but we were never told we HAD to learn it. I think Jay thought that I had learned it because I LIKED SEALS AND CROFTS even though we had never rehearsed it let alone discussed it.
Anyway, when the emotional climax of the prom night finally arrived we were told to begin playing the tune. Bob, in one of the shining initial moments of his PR career, steps up to the microphone and says, 'I'd like to have someone from the graduating class join us onstage in singing the song - uhhh...someone who knows the lyrics." And durn if someone didn't jump up onstage. Of course we fumbled through the music - it had a certain 'Dennis Moore' quality to it. Well, afterwards, the vice-principal was irate - threatened not to pay us - and we all felt bad. But we did get paid although the bass player quit in disgust never to return. Eat your stereo, indeed.
Vic

The funniest part was when Butcher [bass player David Angri] was totally sympathetic to the v. principal's rap about how we screwed up those kids' big night, etc, and the v. principal lashed out at Butcher thinking he was being sarcastic. That's when the no-pay threat came out. Just in case, I still have that contract.
Myke

Springfield Block Party (The Bruce) -



As Jay, no doubt, will tell you, our little trio The Bruce (Jay on guitar, Me on drums and Cuzzin' Jim playing bass and singing) was hired to play outdoors in Springfield at a municipal block party the Friday that Woodstock began. We'd purchased the tickets and were all set to drive up to Sullivan County after the gig. (We had all the supplies we needed - you know - 4 fresh boxes of Screaming Yellow Zonkers and a king sized bag of Keeblers' Oatmeal Cookies.) But, after the gig, we heard so many horror stories about the mud and the traffic that we decided to bag it. Luckily Jay was prescient enough to safekeep the tickets. VH1