True story, from Chicago 1969. Chuck Berry was taping a show for TV,
and my sister's boyfriend knew someone whose father worked at the station.
Being an Avid Chuck Fan he wheedled his way into the studio audience
with my very pretty sweet-little-16 sister (also a Chuck Fan) in tow.
They enjoyed the hell out of that, as well they might, and when the show ended
they strolled back to the parking lot to make their teenage way back home.
While her boyfriend paid the parking fee my sister noticed - lo! - a guitar case on the ground.
"Odd!" she thought (as well she might!), and when she took a closer look she saw a label on the case
that said "C. Berry". "This can't be for real!" she and her boyfriend said to themselves and each other;
"It must just be some Chuck Fan's guitar, right?" But when they opened the case they saw what anyone could recognize:
that famous red ES-355, and they started to realize: Chuck must have parked in the very same parking lot
and then in his hurry to his next gig later that evening he had managed to drive off without his instrument.
"Jeepers - someone sure is in trouble now, huh!"
My sister's boyfriend was briefly tempted to keep the guitar but my sister firmly insisted that they Do the Right Thing.
A few hasty phone calls later they had ascertained that Chuck's show that night was at the Aragon Ballroom
(in a lineup that included Howlin Wolf and the Mothers of Invention), and that he was indeed fretfully lacking his guitar.
So they drove there. A series of backstage manager types tried to take charge of the guitar,
but my sister insisted on handing it over to Mr Berry personally. Which she did.
The hugely relieved and very grateful Chuck Berry took her hand and thanked her kindly
and invited her to visit him in St Louis just any time at all.
Hail hail rock & roll :E
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 2015-03-13 11:47 by with sssoul.