EXCUSE ME IF I’ve bored you with this story before, but it so suits our cover feature that it’s worth a re-tell. It happened back in 1974 and involves a multi-instrumentalist friend from a relatively well-known prog band. His main job was rhythm guitar, and one day he invited me for a jam.
As one of the half-decent local guitarists I jumped at the opportunity to show him what I could do. In truth, I knew almost nothing, but could play half a dozen twiddly Pentatonic licks. I wasn’t prepared for the come-uppance that was about to befall me.