Story offering by Crabette co-founder Polly Cooper.
Anita,
I still laugh at the gig when we were chunked out on our behinds. You were with us, weren't you? I remember Laura and I think maybe Linda Ann. Old Harry had gotten the gig for us. It was at the black community center on Anderson Street. Soldiers from Hunter Field had been invited to dance with the senior citizens.Well, Harry didn't prepare us for any of this, and we were on the stage with a huge room full of tables and people seated at them.
We started off playing our usual Beer Barrel Polka and I noticed the crowd was looking at each other with puzzled looks, kind of startled and bewildered. Nobody got up and danced. Well, we thought, surely they will jump up and dance to Five Feet Two; so we started playing that. Still, nobody moved.....and there were about 150 people.
We were just about to start on Ain't She Sweet when a female's voice said at the side of the state..."Would you all mind taking a little break now??"
Well, we looked at each other and the lightbulb went off. Oh my gosh, we've just been fired!! The speakers suddenly blasted out with industrial strength hip hop and and crowd jumped to its feet in wild crazy dancing, stomping and hand-clapping.The next question was, how in the heck do we get out of here without walking through that huge crowd with mud on our faces.
I looked at the back of the stage, and there were some steps going down. We all packed up and left in a hurry......all except old Harry, that is, who stayed put waiting for our promised check. The rest of us went out into a field behind the community center and rolled on the ground laughing until we cried, but Harry didn't come out--that is, until they finally decided to pay him, and all was well.
Just wondered if you remembered that one. There will be lots more, I'm sure. Lots of love, Polly
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