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It was recently announced that the legendary Sunset Strip venue, The Key Club, will close its doors on March 15, Holding people at capacity, The Key Club had a good sound and video system as well as an interesting de, with a tall stage that could be viewed by the audience from above as well as below. He was an audience of one.

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The magic of surprise. That was how I felt the night I played for Glen Campbell. C4M had won a contest sponsored by an online radio station. The prize was a slot playing The Key Club. We became the winners. The online radio station told us the good news six hours before show time, which was fine with us. There were five other bands on the bill that night. Maybe there would be a built in audience. At the very least, we could get out of the house, have a few drinks and have some fun.

We showed up at The Key Club at pm and unloaded our gear in the stairwell behind the stage. The other five bands were loading up their gear as well. New band, new crowd — one right after the other, all night long. Two guys in a country band wearing rodeo shirts and holding acoustic guitars were standing beside a girl holding a banjo. Welcome to Hollywood.

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Blonde, about six feet tall, just beautiful. Country America maybe. When she plucked a few notes on that banjo of hers it practically broke my heart. I walked outside to the alley.

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I typically hate being around other bands when I play a show. I noticed several more bands arriving to unload their gear: a twelve piece ska band with a horn section greasing up tubas and an old school punk band sporting watch chains with their hair done in greased ducktails. It should be mentioned that I was wearing a tuxedo, a yellow one, the coat anyway.

The pants were black and I was wearing custom shoes that were gold and black, along with a yellow and black striped tie. I have five show tuxedos: two standard black, one Humphrey Bogart reverse white, one Cerulean blue, and of course the yellow one, the jacket anyway that I was wearing now. Sometimes the other guys in C4M wore suits and ties. Sometimes they wore jeans. Our guitar player usually wore sunglasses. One time our bassist wore an African Kente cloth. What a cross section of American hopes and dreams.

What variety. Several more bands seemed to be arriving. A hip hop-outfit unloading turntables, another metal band, two girls with Cellos. Seemed like a lot of bands. It was too many bands. Even for the burn and churn, there were four extra bands on the bill, because there had been a mix-up with the scheduler, who had booked his regular Wednesday night, but forgotten about the winners of the online radio-station apparently there were several of winners so now there were nine bands milling about, looking for places to stash their gear.

After much discussion between the booker and the reps from the online radio station and the bands, it was decided that we would go on at and play for thirty minutes. But they would tonight, which meant that we would be playing a half hour before anybody expected a band to be playing at all. Well, win some, lose some.

One minute your victorious. And the next minute you fall. We took the stage. Did a short sound check. Whacked the drums.

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Throbbed the bass. Strummed the guitar. Thirty minutes of glory underneath the flickering lights. The four of us onstage were now the only people in the room. Even the bartenders and waitresses were gone, having gathered downstairs for their pre-shift meeting. There was something hilarious about it.

We won a contest. This is what we won. The four of us on stage were looking at each other and laughing so hard that tears streamed down our checks. Somehow the empty room was actually urging us on, for we had no other choice. We decided to play our very best simply for the honor of it, if not the glory. Rapid fire, we were tearing through our set list, absolutely blazing. By the end of the half-hour I had ripped off half my clothes, stripping down to my undershirt which was sopping with sweat.

I saw Glen Campbell. He was sitting in the balcony by himself, underneath a halo of yellow light, with his legs casually crossed and his hands folded in his lap. Is that Glen Campbell? I was asking myself. But I was in Los Angeles, where these kinds of weird encounters happened all the time. Yes that was Glen Campbell, all right. Glen Campbell, music legend, friend of Elvis, lover of Tanya Tucker, sitting in the balcony watching me do my show. And then there was the luminous moment of electric thrill as we slammed it down with a big ending and Glen Campbell stared into my eyes, and I into his, as he nodded sagely before raising his hand to his brow, quietly saluting.

Afterwards at the Rainbow Room, another legendary Hollywood hangout that is conveniently located next door to The Key Club, we threw back our beers and congratulated each other on the job well done.

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Another one for the books. Even if no one had seen it, we felt it. We felt the presence of Glen Campbell, who would walk through the door in another five minutes along with the beautiful banjo player from the country band I had seen earlier. That lucky sonofabitch, I thought. Glen Campbell, still a ladies man. But then we put it together.

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The banjo player was his daughter — presumably from his last marriage, since she looked about 20 and he was about He was there to see her, which made sense. Of course, as an add-on, he had witnessed the awesome power of C4M. He had saluted it in fact. A few minutes later as Glen Campbell was standing against the bar asking for an ice water, I walked over to him and extended my hand, expecting him to brush it aside as he moved in for the hug, since we had just shared a powerful epiphany, him illuminated like God beaming his thought message of complete approval to me on the stage.

But then I realized Glen Campbell was not saluting me from the balcony but scratching his eyebrow, as he repeated the gesture now, holding out his hand at attention and rubbing it slightly back and forth across his forehead. He quickly gave my hand a cursory shake and turned away, leaving me with my mouth hanging open, unable to sing or speak a word. In another week The Key Club will be gone.

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