I have to tell my Mustang Sally story. Actually, it originates with a guitar player I used to gig with named Greg Jacobs.
He was playing a bar one night, and there was "the guy" that hangs around the front of the stage, hooting and yelling "yeah". You all know the one - he shows up at every gig from coast to coast. No date, no buddies, and getting drunker and drunker as the night wears on. Towards the end of the night he stumbles up to Greg. He's very near the point of no return, pale and disheveled, but trying to hold it together for one more beer. The room is spinning. He tries to request a song, but he can't quite get the words out. Can you play, uh, can you play that song, uh...you know...Mustang...SANDWICH. As soon as he said it, he throws up (the sandwich) all over Greg's shoes, pedals, cables, etc.
As Greg tells it, he quietly took off his guitar, put it in the case, quit the band, and didn't play again for ten years.
We did play Mustang Sandwich regularly in the band I was in with him, "Whosyerdaddy", and yes it does pack the dance floor with chicks. I never minded that part. But Greg always kept his eye out for "the guy", and tried his best to send him to my side of the stage. Can't blame him for that.
Ah, the price we pay!
Tim www.HarpMicGaskets.com
What about discouraging certain things, like > Mustang Sally?
As much as I hate the song, it does get the female audience on the dance floor. This in turn makes guys horny so they drink more liquor which makes the bar owner happy and hires you next week.:-)
mike in the other burg
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