Wedding Crasher -not quite

Several years ago my son and his band were on
tour across the USA. Somewhere midway through
this tour they were approaching their hotel in
Columbus,Ohio. Across the street from their
hotel there was quite the event going on. My
son now spots Steve Gadd crossing the street.
He let's his band know -look it's Steve Gadd.
Puzzled they look at each other and say, 'Who?'

Anyone in the percussion or drumming world
knows who Steve Gadd is. Guitarists and
vocalists -not so much.

Upon entering their hotel my son spots a young kid
with drum sticks on their elevator. The kid tells
my son the hotel across the street is holding the
Percussive Arts Convention and everyone who
is anyone is there. My son calls his wife and me.
We both give sound advice -take the elevator
back down and go across the street. Smooze your
way in. He has a few endorsements -he should be
able to get into some part of this event.

Next thing you know he is crashing the event.
Before he can start his smooze his Vic Firth Rep
spots him and gets him into the event -as a black
jazz drummer who is known worldwide. He is not
black. At least later on one of the convention workers
or Vic Firth people get to change his tag and make him
a Vic Firth Factory Rep.

Not only did the band get to play their show in Columbus
my son got to hang with his fellow drummers and meet
several people through his Vic Firth Rep. Sometimes
you can get away with crashing by knowing the right
people.