O.K. , maybe I had too much margarita juice at the last session, but I accidently dipped the tip of my brand new Coda bow into my neighbor's cola. I realized what had happened after my session mates started laughing. I wiped the bow with a cloth and checked for damage. The bow appears to be o.k.
Share your session accident, funny or not.
I haven't been to enough sessions to have an accident to share, but I went to Irelad a few months ago for the first time and my first time in a pub I got beer(full glass) spilled on me by a french guy....I ended up Back to the hostel where I was staying to change my pants and ended up talking to a *ahem* very attractive french girl till around midnight or one. Gotta love happy endings
Once a chap spilled a glass of appel schnaps (very popular in my country : we tend to say that if Eve had been swiss, she woudn't have eaten the appel, she'd have it distilled...) on my box, soaking the bellows. the accordion survived, but for weeks, every time I started playing, i'd be slightly intoxicated by the alcoholic fumes lingering in the bellows... (the chap spent the evning apolgizing....)
I was once in a session, sitting next to a very enthusiastically foot stomping whistle player. This particular pub also had a very springy (and evidently also ever-so-slightly sloping) wooden floor. I had a pint of orange juice and lemonade on the table in front of me. As each set of tunes progressed, with each stomp of the whistle player's foot, my glass would jump a millimetre or two towards the edge of the table, and I would perioically have to nudge it back towards the middle.
During one tune that had me particularly absorbed, I neglected to monitor the edgeward movements of my drink. Then just noticed it in the coner of my eye as it was about to fall over the precipice. Acting on reflex, I stopped playing and swiped the suicidal glass with the side of my hand. The glass was saved. But the drink, being liquid, had already made up its mind where it was going and leapt over the side of the glass, landing squarely on the lap of the foot stomping whistle player.
Recently (3 or 4 weeks ago) I had a narrow escape with a new instrument on it's first outing to a tune.
A wifey in the pub placed a pint on the high shelf above us and managed to knock it off when reaching for a wee follow up swallee. I'd just removed said instrument from it's case, turned back around and was lovingly caressing it in my arms when I was partially dowsed in lager. My paternal instinct kicked in and saved my instrument the indignity of an unplanned baptism by shielding my baby with my torso (true love).
The regular guitar player wasn't so lucky and received around 30-40% of the lager over his shirt, breeks, box and specks. This was made all the worse by the fact that he's tea total and normally wound way to tight for the roll of sesh guitarist (nice guy though but did keep his special sesh clothes in the shed back in the old smoking days). Needless to say he suffered a major humor crash for which I believe he's still receiving therapy.
The wifey was very apologetic and bought us all a round (the fixed penalty for such an offense by way of compensation), good woman your sell we hollered and she promising to be more careful in future.
I told her I'd be sure to wear my wellies n' souwester next time and thanked her for my beer adding that she'd better make herself scarce as old specky looked to be planning a civil suit as he seemed to be less than impressed with his new whiffy "odure du Tenents". Come on it beats the fags I told him reassuringly : (
I know a guy on Eailan a' Cho who had a pint of the black stuff spill accidently into the sound hole of his beloved fylde guitar and it's likes was never there again!
Just goes to show that residual sesh hazard requires appropriate PPE I hope the publicans will add this to their risk assessment!
I was most of the way through my 2002 Self-Indulgent Flute-Maker's Tour. I'd been on Achill Island in Mayo with flutemaker Hammy Hamilton and fluteplayer Harry Bradley, and was due in two days to meet flutemaker Sam Murray in Belfast. Day to lose, what to do? Aha, methinks, why not spend a day in Westport, and catch the session that night in Matt Malloy's pub? The busses line up, so the plan is put in play.
Westport is indeed a pretty town, but by late afternoon, I've had more than enough of sightseeing. (I'm the kind of person who spends a week in London and every day is in a flute collection.) So I get an early meal and saunter down to Matt's pub. Nothing happening, so I order a drink and slip into the big room at the back. Still nothing happening, and the room's empty, so I pull out my flute to while away the next few hours. After a while a chap pokes his head in, dissappears, and comes back with drinks and friends. Pretty soon the room is full, and I'm fielding requests and accepting drinks. A barman arrives with a whiskey and tells me the session will start soon and I'm invited. This does seem to have been a good plan! He returns with another whiskey to tell me the session has started, and I should come and bring my room full of people with me. There's some grumbling, but I make a dash for it. We instantly pack out the front of the pub.
We're all hammering away in the session, having a nice time, when a gentleman trying to negotiate the cramped space behind me with a tray of drinks trips, tumbling several pints of Guiness down the front of a lady in a white dress. She momentarily rises, her face a picture of shock as the cool liquid penetrates the thin fabric. Just as quickly, she resumes her seat, laughing "I'm not losing this seat for anything!" Barstaff hurry in with tea towels and mops, drinks are replenished and we session onwards.
I end up selling a flute to the flute player in the session, crash at the local youth hostel (they'll take anyone these days!) and onwards to Belfast to see Sam next day.
In a related topic, I cringe whenever the bar staff passes drinks out over top of my accordion. I trust the bar staff, but not the exchange of the full pint to the guy who's had a few, with my box there right underneath.
I spilled a coca cola on someone's drum once, just a few drops, but he was so proud of the fact that the skin on the drum was as white as snow. Even years later, I notice that the spots are still there if you look, and feel a bit guilty.
I was camping, and my beloved Framus twelve-string was in the supply tent. Some eejit was trying out his mate's motorbike and went straight over the tent.
Kerrangg!
More recently somebody knocked a large GandT off a shelf into my pipe case after I had just put them to bed. It was my G and T, and they had just pulled down the shutters at the bar.
Once there was a distinct smell of burning glue. The bellows of my concertina, that was put just next to a candle.
Years ago I entered a session, opened my fiddlecase, and was the laughing stock for the rest of that night. Turned out I had left my fiddle in the bar after the last session, and everybody but me knew....not my proudest moment.
So I'm looking across the way at the flute player, a young guy with lots of speed and talent, but I notice his flute has an odd curve to it. I think to myself "self, what an odd curve that flute has. Is that normal. I thought I knew a thing about flute. Hmmm."
Just about then, the end part falls off onto the floor, but the player doesn't notice, as he's just reached over for a sip of his pint and the room is really loud. "I wonder if I should tell him" (me thinking again..) "..or wait and see." I choose the latter, and in a minute he resumes playing. Apparently, I was the only one to witness the look on his face as his right hand is trying to finger notes that just aren't there. It was just beautiful, a great laugh.
Someone spilled a bottle of Magner's all over and into my fiddle. She was quite hammered, but managed to slur a sincere apology. I sopped up what I could of the cider, and let the fiddle dry out at home - so far, so good. No damage that I can see (fingers crossed), smells slightly of cider, though.
My guitar player has a rubber neck and
once at a gig in a restaurant where he
and I were playing the peg head of his
guitar was poised over the round table
at which we sat. In the midst of one of
our numbers I could see what was going
to happen but I could not stop playing
to prevent it; at least I chose to keep
playing my fiddle.
In walked two femmes and rubberneck
rotates his head and the guitar - peghead
over the table - and whap, over goes his
pint of guinness.
Years ago I played a harp that had 4 big flat claw feet on the bottom. At a particularly lively gig/session, a rather large and unsteady fellow standing (or trying to) with his back to me, singing away, took a couple of steps backward and stepped on and snapped off one front 'paw'. I was just glad that was all that got stepped on. The paw was saved and surgically reattached with wood glue, no lasting harm done.
oops! @ session
oops! @ session
O.K. , maybe I had too much margarita juice at the last session, but I accidently dipped the tip of my brand new Coda bow into my neighbor's cola. I realized what had happened after my session mates started laughing. I wiped the bow with a cloth and checked for damage. The bow appears to be o.k.
Share your session accident, funny or not.
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by Leendah
Re: oops! @ session
I had a beer knocked over onto my accordion once. Funny, the offender apologized profusely only to the beer owner.
Rob
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by mellow_bellows
Re: oops! @ session
I haven't been to enough sessions to have an accident to share, but I went to Irelad a few months ago for the first time and my first time in a pub I got beer(full glass) spilled on me by a french guy....I ended up Back to the hostel where I was staying to change my pants and ended up talking to a *ahem* very attractive french girl till around midnight or one. Gotta love happy endings
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by steve...r
Re: oops! @ session
I meant going back to the hostel, lol
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by steve...r
Re: oops! @ session
The first session I played in, I knocked over some poor woman's 7up...
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by Corey Murphy
Re: oops! @ session
In my local session, about a year ago, I accidentally knocked out a djembe player. This happened to me more than once though.
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by Janek
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Once a chap spilled a glass of appel schnaps (very popular in my country : we tend to say that if Eve had been swiss, she woudn't have eaten the appel, she'd have it distilled...) on my box, soaking the bellows. the accordion survived, but for weeks, every time I started playing, i'd be slightly intoxicated by the alcoholic fumes lingering in the bellows... (the chap spent the evning apolgizing....)
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by Nikita Pfister
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I was once in a session, sitting next to a very enthusiastically foot stomping whistle player. This particular pub also had a very springy (and evidently also ever-so-slightly sloping) wooden floor. I had a pint of orange juice and lemonade on the table in front of me. As each set of tunes progressed, with each stomp of the whistle player's foot, my glass would jump a millimetre or two towards the edge of the table, and I would perioically have to nudge it back towards the middle.
During one tune that had me particularly absorbed, I neglected to monitor the edgeward movements of my drink. Then just noticed it in the coner of my eye as it was about to fall over the precipice. Acting on reflex, I stopped playing and swiped the suicidal glass with the side of my hand. The glass was saved. But the drink, being liquid, had already made up its mind where it was going and leapt over the side of the glass, landing squarely on the lap of the foot stomping whistle player.
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by CreadurMawnOrganig
Re: oops! @ session
Recently (3 or 4 weeks ago) I had a narrow escape with a new instrument on it's first outing to a tune.
A wifey in the pub placed a pint on the high shelf above us and managed to knock it off when reaching for a wee follow up swallee. I'd just removed said instrument from it's case, turned back around and was lovingly caressing it in my arms when I was partially dowsed in lager. My paternal instinct kicked in and saved my instrument the indignity of an unplanned baptism by shielding my baby with my torso (true love).
The regular guitar player wasn't so lucky and received around 30-40% of the lager over his shirt, breeks, box and specks. This was made all the worse by the fact that he's tea total and normally wound way to tight for the roll of sesh guitarist (nice guy though but did keep his special sesh clothes in the shed back in the old smoking days). Needless to say he suffered a major humor crash for which I believe he's still receiving therapy.
The wifey was very apologetic and bought us all a round (the fixed penalty for such an offense by way of compensation), good woman your sell we hollered and she promising to be more careful in future.
I told her I'd be sure to wear my wellies n' souwester next time and thanked her for my beer adding that she'd better make herself scarce as old specky looked to be planning a civil suit as he seemed to be less than impressed with his new whiffy "odure du Tenents". Come on it beats the fags I told him reassuringly : (
I know a guy on Eailan a' Cho who had a pint of the black stuff spill accidently into the sound hole of his beloved fylde guitar and it's likes was never there again!
Just goes to show that residual sesh hazard requires appropriate PPE I hope the publicans will add this to their risk assessment!
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by Solidmahog
Re: oops! @ session
Heh heh.
I was most of the way through my 2002 Self-Indulgent Flute-Maker's Tour. I'd been on Achill Island in Mayo with flutemaker Hammy Hamilton and fluteplayer Harry Bradley, and was due in two days to meet flutemaker Sam Murray in Belfast. Day to lose, what to do? Aha, methinks, why not spend a day in Westport, and catch the session that night in Matt Malloy's pub? The busses line up, so the plan is put in play.
Westport is indeed a pretty town, but by late afternoon, I've had more than enough of sightseeing. (I'm the kind of person who spends a week in London and every day is in a flute collection.) So I get an early meal and saunter down to Matt's pub. Nothing happening, so I order a drink and slip into the big room at the back. Still nothing happening, and the room's empty, so I pull out my flute to while away the next few hours. After a while a chap pokes his head in, dissappears, and comes back with drinks and friends. Pretty soon the room is full, and I'm fielding requests and accepting drinks. A barman arrives with a whiskey and tells me the session will start soon and I'm invited. This does seem to have been a good plan! He returns with another whiskey to tell me the session has started, and I should come and bring my room full of people with me. There's some grumbling, but I make a dash for it. We instantly pack out the front of the pub.
We're all hammering away in the session, having a nice time, when a gentleman trying to negotiate the cramped space behind me with a tray of drinks trips, tumbling several pints of Guiness down the front of a lady in a white dress. She momentarily rises, her face a picture of shock as the cool liquid penetrates the thin fabric. Just as quickly, she resumes her seat, laughing "I'm not losing this seat for anything!" Barstaff hurry in with tea towels and mops, drinks are replenished and we session onwards.
I end up selling a flute to the flute player in the session, crash at the local youth hostel (they'll take anyone these days!) and onwards to Belfast to see Sam next day.
Terry
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by Terry McGee
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In a related topic, I cringe whenever the bar staff passes drinks out over top of my accordion. I trust the bar staff, but not the exchange of the full pint to the guy who's had a few, with my box there right underneath.
Rob
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by mellow_bellows
Re: oops! @ session
I spilled a coca cola on someone's drum once, just a few drops, but he was so proud of the fact that the skin on the drum was as white as snow. Even years later, I notice that the spots are still there if you look, and feel a bit guilty.
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by AlBrown
Re: oops! @ session
I was camping, and my beloved Framus twelve-string was in the supply tent. Some eejit was trying out his mate's motorbike and went straight over the tent.
Kerrangg!
More recently somebody knocked a large GandT off a shelf into my pipe case after I had just put them to bed. It was my G and T, and they had just pulled down the shutters at the bar.
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by gam
Re: oops! @ session
Once there was a distinct smell of burning glue. The bellows of my concertina, that was put just next to a candle.
Years ago I entered a session, opened my fiddlecase, and was the laughing stock for the rest of that night. Turned out I had left my fiddle in the bar after the last session, and everybody but me knew....not my proudest moment.
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by snorre
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So I'm looking across the way at the flute player, a young guy with lots of speed and talent, but I notice his flute has an odd curve to it. I think to myself "self, what an odd curve that flute has. Is that normal. I thought I knew a thing about flute. Hmmm."
Just about then, the end part falls off onto the floor, but the player doesn't notice, as he's just reached over for a sip of his pint and the room is really loud. "I wonder if I should tell him" (me thinking again..) "..or wait and see." I choose the latter, and in a minute he resumes playing. Apparently, I was the only one to witness the look on his face as his right hand is trying to finger notes that just aren't there. It was just beautiful, a great laugh.
# Posted on April 18th 2009 by boxdad
Re: oops! @ session
Someone spilled a bottle of Magner's all over and into my fiddle. She was quite hammered, but managed to slur a sincere apology. I sopped up what I could of the cider, and let the fiddle dry out at home - so far, so good. No damage that I can see (fingers crossed), smells slightly of cider, though.
# Posted on April 19th 2009 by meredithrachael
Re: oops! @ session
My guitar player has a rubber neck and
once at a gig in a restaurant where he
and I were playing the peg head of his
guitar was poised over the round table
at which we sat. In the midst of one of
our numbers I could see what was going
to happen but I could not stop playing
to prevent it; at least I chose to keep
playing my fiddle.
In walked two femmes and rubberneck
rotates his head and the guitar - peghead
over the table - and whap, over goes his
pint of guinness.
We now take precautions for this.
# Posted on April 19th 2009 by dogmageek
Re: oops! @ session
Years ago I played a harp that had 4 big flat claw feet on the bottom. At a particularly lively gig/session, a rather large and unsteady fellow standing (or trying to) with his back to me, singing away, took a couple of steps backward and stepped on and snapped off one front 'paw'. I was just glad that was all that got stepped on. The paw was saved and surgically reattached with wood glue, no lasting harm done.
# Posted on April 19th 2009 by drinharp