You Should See The Other Guy

I got a black eye at my show Saturday night. OK, I figured this might happen one fine day. But I always thought it would be as a result of some unruly patron. Instead, it was a self-inflicted wound. I was about to play my last song of the night at a show in Los Angeles and decided to do a song for which I needed a special capo (tucked conveniently in my bag just off stage). When I went to quickly take the guitar off over my head I clipped myself just above the right eyebrow. It stung, but I didn't think much of it until I woke up to my wife's gasp as she saw my battle wound. This is a dangerous line of work I'm in. I'm just happy I didn't knock myself out -- though I'm sure that would have been a crowd pleaser! -BC