Choking, the joy of failure… a story slightly about Nicko, but mostly about me being an idiot.
Ok let me set this up.
I work at Rock N’ Roll Ribs owned by Nicko of Iron Maiden so I have made no secret of my cartoonish attempts to try to weasel my way into McBrain damage or even just one solid rehearsal with the guy. Maiden is my favorite band, the reason I started playing music and just in general an enormous influence upon my entire life, yadda, yadda.
To put it in perspective for non musicians I would want the opportunity to play a single club gig with Nicko than you want to have sex with the attractive celebrity of your choice.
And I fucked it up.
Yep… Totally made an ass of myself.
I used to be in a Maiden tribute band several years ago, and Rick my boss knew this, so since the grand opening shindig is coming I begged….
Long story short he gave me an impromptu & unexpected chance to prove myself last night after work and quizzed me on a bunch of songs I HONESTLY know I just haven’t practiced them in ages but I know the songs. I don’t know what happened; my brain took a shit on me, not a brain fart- my brain literally took a shit on my face. Thank god Nicko wasn’t there or I think I’d have to leave the country in shame or something.
I choked bad.
I choked so bad I lost conciousness & soiled myself. Well, not literally, but it felt that way at the time.
I appreciate Rick giving me a shot it’s totally my fault I blew it… Mea Culpa…
Of course I’m now obsessively practicing so in the 5 years it takes me to build up the courage to look the guy in the eye again and resume begging I’ll be ready.
And I’ve already had a cookie and it didn’t help….