Every so often I run into one of my old bandmates from HS. He’s best remembered for two things: Mooning a couple of old ladies at a toll booth on the CT Turnpike (whence his nickname) and infamously showing up for school — having driven himself there — after a liquid breakfast of an entire fifth of apricot brandy. Needless to say, he managed to get himself suspended for that little trick — right before a band festival that night. Fortunately, all his parts could be played by any spare auxiliary percussionist.
Every so often I run into one of my old bandmates from HS. He’s best remembered for two things: Mooning a couple of old ladies at a toll booth on the CT Turnpike (whence his nickname) and infamously showing up for school — having driven himself there — after a liquid breakfast of an entire fifth of apricot brandy. Needless to say, he managed to get himself suspended for that little trick — right before a band festival that night. Fortunately, all his parts could be played by any spare auxiliary percussionist.