My personal intersection with the brand new band, Foghat in 1972

The music was stellar, but my behavior, not so much

In 1972, I was “working” in a local headshop in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota. I enlisted in the USAF and began a 20-year career in 1973.

As I remember the story, a friend of a friend heard about a band touring the US and making promotional stops at local homes and playing new material in backyards.

This friend somehow obtained invitations to attend one such event at a home in Minneapolis.

They had just released their debut album, and of course, we had played it over and over in the store. My kind of rock, I thought!

I invited a friend I knew from the community college I had attended in 1971 in Fergus Falls, MN. And off we went to this “party” set up on a backyard patio at a suburban mansion in an upscale neighborhood. Wow!

On arrival, we noticed a long table of a LOT of various alcohol bottles. We were told just to grab what we wanted. Unfortunately, I grabbed a tequila bottle.

I remember how much I enjoyed the music and the energy of the band, but kind of lost it 2/3rds of the way through the show. When I say “lost it”, I mean I passed out. I was naive enough and not experienced with tequila. Nor the occasional swig of red wine. It wasn’t a good mixture for me.

I woke up the next morning in the backseat of my friend’s car, which we had driven to the party. On waking, I found out that my friend I had come with had returned home safely. Kind of a train wreck. Geez.

Talking on the phone with her, she said, “You know what happened, right? Did someone tell you?”, I said, Yeah, I so over-did it, I was entirely embarrassed.

“No, she said, the part where the Foghat roadies were the ones that carried you to the car!”

And there you have it. Thanks Lisa. 🤦‍♂️

True story.