Posing as a lowly diswasher I infiltrated our watering hole, the Iron Horse.
I had the audience in my spell after the Bach Tocata, but totally blew the roof off the joint when I played a medley of Sugar Hill Gang’s Rapper’s Delight, the Archie’s Sugar Sugar, and Obama’s Don’t Make Me Call My Bluff. Video not available.
Things took a turn for the worse when I went back to the dishwashing station and retrieved the pots and pans to do the drum solo from Iron Butterfly’s In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. Video also not available.
But rest assured during your vacation that the bar tab is now zero. Except what I added to yours tonight.
Seriously though, this is an amazingly talented guy with a fabulous assortment of bar ware.