I had a dental skin graft thing today which turned out to be a much more painful procedure than I could have imagined and leaves me with a mouthful of stitches and a throbbing ache the night before a 6 hour wedding gig tomorrow morning. I would be distraught if I haven’t played so many gigs in much more pain over the years. I once did a gig in Toronto 14 hours after a surgery to remove a kidney stone in Boston. You can imagine where they went in to get it. It involved me convincing a nurse to remove a catheter and being loaded into the van like a piece of gear and coming to on stage at the El Mocambo with my bass around my neck. I am told we played a blinder. C’mon, then. Let’s hear your tales of glory. We’ve all puked off the back of the stage and kept playing over the years, but let’’s hear you stories of gigs when you really shouldn’t have been anywhere but home in bed.