Corn On The Cob

When I first joined the band (around October 1972), I moved in with Ronnie & his wife, Judy. That was very gracious of them and I'll always be glad that their home was my first stop in Florida. It was in their home that Ronnie came into my room, sat down on the bed next to me, put his arm around my shoulder and said "Ed...you're really the WORST bass player I've ever played with!" But the following story happened many months before that...

I had heard from the other guys about Ronnie's gag reflex. He had a strong stomach, however given the right circumstances, almost anyone can "blow chunks" (thanks, Austin).

One night the 3 of us were sitting around the television eating dinner. I sat closest to the tv set with Ronnie & Judy a few feet away. The corn on the cob was delicious. The only trouble was that I had extremely long hair and, unfortunately, one long strand of hair got caught far back in my teeth. I tried to pull it out - trying to be discreet about it. After a bit of a struggle, I finally grabbed that hair. I'll never know what prompted me to turn to Ronnie and say "Hey Ronnie....take a look at THIS!" Then I tilted my head back and slowly began to draw that long strand out of my mouth - with quite a few pieces of chewed corn STUCK to the hair. Ronnie immediately screamed "Ed you son of a bitch!!!!" - knocked over his tray (everything went flying) and ran to the bathroom gagging and throwing up as he went! Yup, I figured. He really DOES have a bad gag reflex.