Some Boom Boom shreddin' to warm up for the first Blind Uncle Harry appearance on WFHB's Local Live. It was also nearly our last. After getting our instruments set up and running through the sound check, we went across the street and pounded a couple of shots and beers at the Bishop to get in the proper frame of mind for a live show on the radio. We got back in time, but meanwhile a few extra musicians had wandered in and it was a little hectic getting them plugged in at the last minute. It all went pretty well until I said shit, which I had no idea was an FCC banned word. It was unintentional, but saying it didn't do us any favors.
But hey, what would a Blind Uncle Harry show be without a little (or a lot of) chaos?