Re: Is it ok to brag a little?
Can't resist, gotta finish the story,
So for 2 weeks I am taping him after our set. One night he says: Hey, bring those tapes over to my motel, I'd like to listen to 'em. Having just wet my pants being asked by Harvey Mandel to come over we arranged a time. I get there, he listens maybe 10 minutes, then starts talking about Kung Fu and starts to show, physically, how he could kill me in 5 seconds or less. Hey, what do I care, I'm with one of my all time heroes.
Then he says, wanna smoke some strong pot I have before your set? Not wanting to look like a wimp, I said sure(I did not want to). After two strong puffs I started to feel dizzy. I look over at his stash and it has WHITE stuff mixed in. I thought it was just moldy. Yeah, it was laced with a drug that starts with H and ends with eroin. Don't think it was "angel dust". So by the middle of our set Harvey walks in, passes me on the dance floor and winks at me. I was more stoned than I have ever been. Song titles mean nothing, I'm watching the bass player to see whatever the next song starts with. He then goes over to my side and and watches me play, badly, for 30 minutes. He's laughing, I can't help it, I'm truly pissed but hey, to get got by a guitar hero is funny.
Afterward, he kinda apologizes, sorta, then looks me dead in the eyes and says: "I heard some very familiar licks tonight", well, I was blown away, I thought he meant "familiar-like cool old blues riffs" but he looks pissed, then it hit me, he was giving me the evil eye cause I'd been studying his style for years, and I realized at least half of what I played was a direct rip-off of his style. It was just a part my playing that was deeply engrained so far I never thought about. When I got it I immediately told him it was unintentional, and I didn't even realize I was doing it.
At this point he smiled, shook my hand, and said, no problem, I like having fans, I get more money that way! He then raised his fist in a kind of brotherhood-guitarist to guitarist gesture, brought the fist up to his right shoulder and kind of pumped it slightly, a friendly gesture, and for a couple years he came to town, I would go see him, he sat with me only once on break, it was awkward, I had no idea what to say to him, but there after, every time he saw me, he gave me that right shoulder fist/hello sign. Never spoke to him again. That is the Harvey Mandel story.
Thanks, hope you enjoyed it, a lifetime highpoint for me.
SJBuffington