When I think of Forrest Hardwood, I think of back in 1973 when
I was arranging entertainment for the Valentines Dance at Bedford Methodist
Church. Forrest was the manager for the band "Aftermath", which featured Loren on
guitar, Sara on Keyboards, and John on drums. I cant remember the
bass player, because Aftermath seemed to always be looking for a bass player, they
even let ME tryout one time for bass player. It didn’t take very long for them
to see that I didn’t really know anything about playing the base, but they were
pretty good sports about it.
Anyway, I made arrangements with Forrest for Aftermath to be the band at Fellowship Hall on February 14th 1973. Forrest pulled a contract out from under his shirt, and I signed it; One Hundred Dollars for a night of music at Bedford Methodist!
Anyway, I made arrangements with Forrest for Aftermath to be the band at Fellowship Hall on February 14th 1973. Forrest pulled a contract out from under his shirt, and I signed it; One Hundred Dollars for a night of music at Bedford Methodist!
I only knew Forrest from our English Class where he was
pretty good at torturing poor old Mrs. Weathers. Mrs. Weathers was the blue haired
relic tht tried to teach English to a bunch of 15 year old hoodlums. Forrest kept
her in tears pretty much, and I figured if he was as good at managing a band as
he was at being a horrible student, everything was going to be ok.
I met Forrest and Aftermath an hour early so they could get set up. Part of their pay also included Valentines Dinner in Fellowship Hall and after dinner, I followed them outside to “get ready” for the music.
I was shocked to find that “get ready” meant that Forrest would pull a few pre-rolled joints from his shirt pocket and fire them up, right there on the steps in the back outside of Fellowship Hall, while the Methodist Youth Fellowship grades 7 through 12 waited for the band to take the stage.
I tried to protest.
I met Forrest and Aftermath an hour early so they could get set up. Part of their pay also included Valentines Dinner in Fellowship Hall and after dinner, I followed them outside to “get ready” for the music.
I was shocked to find that “get ready” meant that Forrest would pull a few pre-rolled joints from his shirt pocket and fire them up, right there on the steps in the back outside of Fellowship Hall, while the Methodist Youth Fellowship grades 7 through 12 waited for the band to take the stage.
I tried to protest.
Forrest, wearing a big floppy hippy hat and wearing Mott the
Hoople sunglasses, assured me they couldn’t play without it, and that in
fact it was in the contract, which he again produced from under his shirt, and
showed me the line in Section 5, Part 3, which read:
3)Band gets a toke before the show.
What could I do?
1 comment:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I've never heard this one dad!
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