Steve Young once played in a band called Steve Young and the MARshalls.
This is the night as I remember it.....
One night he got drunk on one to many Sunny D's and decided to take the stage of a vendor and play, of course his band was no where to be found, but like the trooper he is, the show had to go on.
Steve didn't have is one of kind Steve Young edition Steve Young Guitar, he had left it in his great-big-garage-of everything. However, the adversity, he made due with a guitar made out of a RTE front radius arm and a set of strings made from a wiring harness. His amp was heater core than he had added a sound board to, simply amazing. Even MacGyver would have been envious.
That bastard played and played, the entire place was going crazy. I have no idea how many people where there could have been hundreds or millions. He must have played somewhere between 30 and 86 entire songs with full vocals, both lead and back-up, mind you. Fans would just call out songs and he would play them. The guy did everything from "Roll out the Barrels", to "Thriller", to "I'm to Sexy", but I must say his 38 minute guitar solo was the highlight of the night. He played with such intensity and furor that the sky thundered and lighting struck letting the fans know even God himself approved of this show. It was life changing.
Unfortunately, the concert of a lifetime came to an end when a terrible accident happened on the busiest interstate in Maine. A black government helicopter just landed in the nearby field and Steve knew he had to go. He apologized for starting a concert while being on call with the Maine Highway Patrol, and said he be back as soon as his work was done. Tears were shed as he boarded the chopper, then he ordered the pilot to ride shotgun, and he flew that big bird right outta there.
Damn......good times. Steve never sang or played guitar again, but if he does you know I'll find a way there.