When we were in college, Edwin and I were in a Reggae/Dub band called the African Kings. We had a lead singer with no front teeth from New York, who was good, but lived a scrappy lifestyle. Benny B. was a gifted young guitar player, but lived an even more scrappy life. Tommy played keys, and left the band two days before our last gig. (We didnt know it was to be our last gig, but the ship was sinking) so John got this other guy to play guitar to fill in for Tommy. That cat thought he was the wailer's guitar player his ego was so huge.
So we got to the gig, which was for the Black Student Union end of the year party. We totally sucked, and our first song was one chord, because no one knew how the song went. I don't even remember why we didn't know the stuff, but that's how weird it all was. So we tried our second song and that was even worse. The next thing we knew the power went off. The guy who booked us said we were done, and the DJ was starting. We packed up.
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