I snuck in to see John Scofield live

I just remembered this today.

I was 19 (1988 – ish) and we snuck into this small club near San Jose to see John Scofield live.  We were under the assumption that Dennis Chambers was on drums, so in we went. While waiting for the gig to start, we sat down in the front on the floor. I was drunk, and this guy comes up to me and asks me if I’m with the University music theory jazz class. I of course lied and said yes. He then goes, “Do you want to say hi to the teacher?” I was like, “ughhhh..fuck, I guess”, but it sounded more like “Yeah, totally!” out loud. So he introduces me to this man who has never seen me ever. I say hi, shake his hand, walk off, and pray this meeting doesn’t bite us in the ass.

To cut a long story very short, We got kicked out after 4 or 5 songs, which was fine. Dennis Chambers wasn’t there, and I really just wanted to see him burn on drums. There were 8 of us, so we knew going in it wouldn’t last.

We go outside and notice that there’s a long thin window near the drummer. My friend at the time Rod pulled his pants down and smooshed his ass on the window until the drummer looked over.

We were in stitches.

I never said we were mature!!

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