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1973, Perth. The first big gig I'd been to, my sister took me. Rough as guts, looking back, but a pivotal moment for me. The backing band were local guys, one of whom ran the music shop I used to hang out in (instead of going to class...). He told stories about the "pre-gig preparations".
CB--"If we're playin', an' I stamp my foot, you stop. An' if we're not playin', an' I stamp my foot, you start."
Apparently, that was the extent of rehearsal.....
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