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Had plenty of eyes on me but I too went to watch other players if we weren’t gigging, yes that’s what inspired and often enlightened us in those days. That and meeting up in local music shops on a Saturday morning to talk bollox !
They told me afterwards that they wanted to check that I was playing it live rather than miming over a backing track. I would have thought the mistakes would have been enough to convince them!
I wouldn't say it bothered me too much, and I guess it was kind of a compliment (even if they were trying to catch me "cheating"). It was a bit disconcerting to begin with but I have to spend most of that song looking down at what I'm doing anyway so I basically ignored them.
I remember in one band we were complimented on how my hands and those of the other guitarist moved in unison (WTF? I thought that was what bands do!)
I remember a couple of young guys playing an acoustic set in my old local. When they finished me and my mates (rather drunk) asked if we could have a look at their guitars and ended up having a jam. Think the guys were pretty pissed off as we got a better response than them
Basically most guitarists have a delay or an overdrive or a chorus, was etc... who cares which brand!?
Unless their sound is so amazingly unbelievable why do this?
Also had the snide “bet he can’t play that straight”, i.e without FX, so I must have done something right that night!
If not, and the person clapped by slapping the back of their hands together like a penguin, it could have been me, . . sorry - that old cranial 7 nerve issue mixed in with alcohol!
You weren’t the only gear spotter there @Roland , there were at least another half dozen musicians in the audience apparently!!
I've made it a game now where I just keep moving somewhere he can't see what I'm doing (oh the joys of wireless).
Him: so you’re the new organ player.
Me: oh hi, yes I am.
Him: I like them a lot better without you.