I had a corker last night, woke me up at 4:38 because it was so intense.
I was at work when a friend phoned me to say we have a gig tonight. I say fine, but you'll have to pick up my guitars and amps because I won't have time, coming straight from work. OK, he says, meet us at this hotel. I get there and am immediately escorted into the basement by burly security men in dark glasses and earpieces. Somebody gives me a leather jacket, which is very fine and fits me like a glove. I'm also given a pair of cuban-heeled boots so I'm tottering about like a Valleys girl at the end of a hen night in Cardiff. Then some bloke comes up and says "I'm from Fender, we made this guitar for you". On a stand is something I've never ever seen, a cross between a Strat and a Tele, black with gold plastic knobs like a Les Paul. I pick it up and it's feather-light, very resonant and plays like a dream.
I turn round to look at my bandmates and who is sitting on a stool trying to look inscrutable and enigmatic is... Bono. At this point it dawns on me what is going on. The Edge has left and I've been drafted in as his replacement. I should point out that I'm not really a fan of U2! Somebody says "time to go" and we're bundled out into a waiting limo. At the destination I get out and am confronted by hordes of screaming girls but we're escorted to the venue. At some VIP tables I spot my sister and my two nieces who've obviously come to see me perform. At this point I'm getting a bit overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation so I make a beeline to their table, glad to see some familiar faces. I was so worried about performing in front of a stadium crowd I think that's what woke me up.