Originally Posted By: Matt Finley
My nightmare is to hear my songs as elevator music.


Ha! But how many of you have actually played live in the elevator?

Back in the 60s there was a building which had a coffee bar on the ground floor and a restaurant on the floor above, with an elevator running between the two. Just for fun, they decided that on one Saturday evening they would have live music in the elevator and that was me. So I sat in the corner of the elevator with my acoustic guitar and played a selection of Bach and Scarlatti, plus a few of my own compositions. My excuse? I was seventeen and saving to buy my first Fender.

At least, I only had to play when the elevator (or Lift as we say in England) was occupied and fortunately it wasn't a repeat gig.

You could say the evening was a bit up and down....