From Mary Ott
Recently my song , From My Room, won Song of the Week on a radio station in Spain.

Everyone knows that you only get College Credit from the Professor.

Great story professor…felt like I was there!

Scene: Southshore High School, Chicago IL
Year: approx. 1987
Event: School talent show
Players: Classified
Intel: Band has rather overweight drummer (approx 300lbs.) that dubs as a lead vocalist

My band opens with a cover song by Keith Sweat called “I Want Her”. A song lead by our drummer. (We used a drum machine when playing songs that featured our drummer as lead vocalist.) Prior to the curtain rise, our drummer donned a policeman’s hat cocked to the side.
He thought he looked really cool. He was wrong! He had also placed a folding chair front center stage as a prop. BTW we were playing to an auditorium filled to capacity. We started the drum machince and began playing. The curtain was raised on cue and the audience went wild with applause and the girl were screaming and swooning as we played the #1 hit at the time. Our drummer skipped and I mean skipped literally, as in Skip To My Lou, from backstage to front and center. He struck a pose and tossed his hat into the crowd. He worked from stage right to left and back to center as we played the intro. Imagine a 300lb. man skipping like a child across the stage. Did I mention that he had big hair dripping with Jheri Curl juice. I had a conk like James Brown and our bass player had a pompador like Prince. I was playing guitar stage left watching the whole thing develop. When our drummer returned to center stage, on cue to start the 1st verse, he sat down on the chair and struck a pose with one leg crossed over the other. To the delight of the audience and the dismay and horror of everyone in my band, the chair was totally crushed under his massive weight. The chair didn’t suffer. Death came swiftly, it didn’t feel a thing. My band on the other was horrified briefly before hysterical laughter consumed us. Our band didn’t as much as hiccup as we played right through the mishap. Our drummer made a fine recovery and we rocked the house! It was maybe the best thing that could’ve happen because we were as loose as a goose afterwards. All the pre-show jitters were gone. Fini.

The story you just read was based on actual facts and only the names were changed to protect the innocent. Duhn dah Duhn Duhn Dah Duhn Duh Duhn…….Fade to black.