Oh how fickle those winds can be.
How I made it out, I am not exactly sure, but I think I was caught by a freak updraft. This more than makes up for all of the freaks I have been caught with in the past, but I digress.
I woke up, cold and wet in a city, not knowing where I was, or how I got there, and with only hazy memories of the night before. Usually the first move in these circumstances is to get a drink & figure out where the hell I was.
It was obvious really, I was in Chicago, the Windy City. Obvious really. Still, I was disheartened. North America is a very big place, especially for a rather small chicken. I wandered along the streets in dispair. What was I to do? How was I to find my brother? Without another clue, I would never find him.
Wandering in dispair and looking where I am going never has been my strong point. While I was wandering along, hoping for a sign, I walked into one on the pavement. It said "Blues". If that wasn't a sign, I don't know what it was, nor what it was doing where I was walking.
So I went in, thinking that it would at least be a good place to warm up. A band thought the same thing, they were setting up their kit before their gig in the evening. We got to talking, as you do, and they listened to my tale of woe. They said that I was a natural blues man, and suggested I join them that evening as part of their band.
"But I can't play an instrument!"
"Sure you can, what about the drums, even drummers can play the drums, and they are all as stupid as chi...pigeons. And you seem like a pretty smart chicken."
And so I was convinced, and became a drummer. At first they didn't tell the drummer, he was pretty big, and didn't look like the sort of guy you wanted to upset. But I got my big break. By the end of the night, they were all smiles. I was a hit.
Then they hit me with the big one. "Dude, we want you to join our band. Our next gig is supporting Sammy Hagar in his club in Cabo, Mexico. We want you to be our drummer."
"But I am looking for my brother, they told me he is in North America! I cannot go to Mexico!"
"You really are a drummer aren't you? Mexico is part of North America, he might be there, having a good time drinking tequila. If you are looking for your brother, you might as well look somewhere warm & sunny."
This logic seemed odd, but I found it difficult to resist, so off we went.