Luckily, I caught the Rick as the amp hit the floor. I don't know what made me turn around at that precise moment, but I'm thankful I did. The guitar gods were looking over me, I guess. Ricky might have been in two pieces if I hadn't caught it.
I took a minute to get everything back together, but the fall had spilled my drink all over the floor, so I spent the last seven songs playing on a wet floor. Not smart. I should have cleaned that up before starting again.
In any event, Rick and I got through the gig unscathed.
Close call, though.
