As a new band on the scene, we of course had to start at the bottom. We played our share of low-paying seedy joints to begin with and one of the very first (and worst?) was a Hamilton north-end bar called the “Picton Tavern.” It had a reputation for being rough and rowdy and at times downright dangerous. And although our music went over well, the patrons there lived up to their billing. They were not … let’s say — ideal citizens?
As a band, when you hit that stage you’re never really sure of what’s going to happen. Every night, every time, is a little different. There’s only so much you can control and the rest is in the hands of fate. This is part of the thrill of playing in front of a live audience. The adrenaline rush of uncertainty. And things don’t always go right! Sometimes the winds of fate blow ill-fated favors. Sometimes — What can go wrong Does!