I performed first for a group of family members. Eddie and I each had a guitar solo, backed by Joe on bass and Paul on drums. I remember thinking I’d do well. I was older than Eddie—just by six months—and a better musician.
I performed a Stones solo. I messed up a few finger positions, hit the wrong string twice. Not great, not terrible.
Eddie got up and rocked a Santana song, nailing every note and every hammer. I was jealous, I’ll admit it, but I learned.
Pride is only worth it if you can prove your skill.
Mike Foster. Original character.