Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in 1963....My friends and I were late for a gig at Pacific City Oregon. A friend of ours had this old 1960 Pontiac convertible from hell. They stopped bye my apartment to pick me up, left the engine running, our drummer, and driver...popped the trunk for me to put my old Olds horn into the trunk..
(UHHH? The trunk is filled with drums, three trumpet, folding music stands..etc etc. NO ROOM for my horn!!!!
Our driver told me to get into the backseat and shut the f***up!! He gets out...grabs my horn outta my lap, walks back to the trunk..and after a few moments of "re-arranging the musical items....I hear the trunk lid slam shut!!
He hopes back into the driver seat and mutters something about how much room their was in the trunk!!!
Famous last words...as he slams the car into reverse....
YOU GUESSED IT!!!! This horrific crunch followed by this terrible sliding-grating noise is coming from under the back wheels.
HE HITS THE BRAKES!!!! WE ALL HOP OUTTA THE CAR!!!!
WHAT LUCK!!! IT WASN'T MY HORN that he forgot to put back into the trunk...but it was our lead trumpeters horn instead!!!
Luckily, he had another back-up Martin horn with him....although it was a very very very very silent trip...all the way to the beach from Portland Oregon.
Truth is....I had never seen such a flattened bell on a horn in my life!!!
I don't think Larry Rouse...ever payed him for that horn....but if memory serves me....No one knows for sure who dented the hell out of that old Pontiac left rear fender and trunk. The only thing that was that the writing on the note the basher left on the old Pontiac's windshield read: "5 people are watching me leave my name and address on this windshield.
When Larry read the note and made the phone call: Hummm! It was a local "Dial a prayer #?"
Shame, shame on Larry!!!!
but then again...we'll never know (in this lifetime, anyhoo?
