Berliner Examen.
The Rickenbacker Music Inn is a small music venue in its own right.
As I crossed the door and shouldered past a set of heavy curtains I was faced by a raised stage with 7 chairs, 6 perched musicians (including a washboard player), 5 microphones and the usual sprawl of guitar-leads, monitors, stands, lights and the works. To my right, jutting out of the toilet walls, was an alcove for the sound engineer boxing some hardware and mixing equipment.
Sitting on the stage in semi-circle and warming their engines were the members of the resident in-house southern-rock/beatles band with a lead singer looking uncannily like Bill Murray and a lead guitarist who was a Stellan Skarsgård doppelgänger.
Little did I know that although I'd been invited to play that was no guarantee, I had to earn the right to perform first - but at the same time perform to prove the right - the subtle absurdity of this loop gently escaped me at the time. So I was wised-up by the Stellan's long-lost twin that between the second and last sets of their output for the night I'd be granted a solo spotlight for just one original song and once through with it, if I could see at the back of the venue the thumbs-up, I could then proceed with second and final tune - new policy had it that no-one was permitted to play solo, even less to play orginals, to avoid letting loose upon the warmed-up audience all sorts of surprisingly un-checked creations. I was somehow allowed an exception on grounds which I never later got to find out. I can only presume they let me play because I was wearing a tie. After a long introduction in German, which sounded too close to an apology for my taste, I sat on the raised boards and got on with a tune. I was then allowed to proceed with a second song with some relief and closed my music exam for the night.