After all my talk in the "reasons to quit the band thread", I played "Mustang Sally" at a jam last night. In my defence, I was tricked. A couple of bars into the tune, I realized what was going on and it was too late. . What could I do but be a stand-up and guy and play my ass off.
Contrary to what I expected, I did not suffer from spontaneous combustion right there on stage, but I did groan a lot when the front-man failed to channel the spirit of Wilson Pickett.
I think Karma showed up there last night and showed me who was boss.
DD