In the mid-70s, my Top 40 band did a gig in an underground cop bar (a strange enough thing to begin with). It was in the large basement of some skanky, out-of-the-way empty storefront. Set up with just about nothing but a couple of long tables with cups and a few kegs of beer,the scene appeared to be young cops and very much younger girls, all looking for action.

As we loaded in (and I hate carrying my drums down stairs), we noticed how young the girls were- I make no accusations, but...damn!

My girlfriend, who never came out to my gigs (better for both of us) was all of about 24, like me, at the time. For some reason (boredom, curiosity- who knows?), she decided to come to the gig with me that night.

As she entered the "club" behind me, I heard the cop doorman ask her, "Hey, what are YOU doing here, grandma?"

I turned around- she looked at me as she backed away from the door, and said- "I'll see you at home later- and don't wake me up."