I was playing lead guitar for a local Country band and at the end of the night we played a song called "Momma don't allow no playing round here." The premis was to do a verse and let each player solo. It was our way of recognizing each member of the band. This was extremely up tempo and in the key of E. Our rhythm player always counted down and started the song. The count started and for whatever reason on this night, our rhythm player started in the key of C We knew right away we were in trouble as the rest of us started in E A ghastly collection of noise began to fill the air. Being on the other side of the stage I could not see his fingers so I yelled to the bass player "what key is he in? He responded I think he's in "G" To which I thought he said Key of "D" I turned to the keyboard player and said he's in "D" To recap Rhythm player in "C" bass in "G" lead and keyboard in "D" and drummer in "what in the world is going on??"
As the drone of noise continued and as our lead singer who never let us know who would be the first to solo; proclaimed " and here's Frank on keyboards!! We all dropped out, to nothing but silence and the sound of Frank, completly lost (as was I) tinkering on the keys trying to salvage a lead and laughing hystericaly.
By the middle of the song we finally got on the same page and finished what, to this day was the worst rendition of a song I have ever been part of.
But what makes the story classic is that as we finished this last song, the crowd who obviously had been at the bar all night long began this fist-pumping- hootin'n holloring- standing ovation- calling for an encore chant. We looked at each other cracking up laughing and 35 years later we still laugh about that night.