Come on, Jack. Completely unrehearsed? At least not unplanned. You turn up at the gig with your Pensa strat (and amp?), and the gig is at a bikers' bar in the middle of nowhere in Maine where I assume Dire Straits is not exactly a household name. Add to that a clientele with an assumed moderate to more-than-moderate consumption of Jack Daniel's and tequila. How likely is it that these people will request Sultans of Swing? They wouldn't have recognized Mark himself had he turned up complete with mullet, headband and cowboy shirt. And I can't imagine the band leader too going:
- Yeah, so folks, eh, do you remember Dire Straits?
- Oh, yeah, I had that once. Itching like crazy, dude!
- The band Dire Straits. They were huge back in 85.
- 85? That's like ... 42 years ago, no hang on ... Bartender gimme a calculator! The one with the big buttons!
- Yeah, with tunes like Money For Nothing, Walk of Life. You know, "du-du... dududu.... dudu du-du", remember?
- (from back of the bar) Hey, play some Skynyrd, man!!!
- You know, with that balding guy with the headband? They were really the thing back then.
- You mean headband like ... Axl Rose? TAKE ME DOWN TO PARADISE CITY!!!
- Not quite, more like John McEnroe. Well, tonight we don't have the headband guy with us, but the rhythm guitar player of that band is here. YAY!!! Anyone with a vague recollection of him? Used to dance around barefoot, etc. etc.
I haven't heard a lot of your solos, so I might very well be wrong, but from the little pieces I've heard that are available from the Brothers tour, it is my opinion that you are a better rhythm player, singer and entertainer than soloist.