Matthew Prouty
From:
Warsaw, Poland
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Posted 16 Dec 2008 9:59 am |
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Some of you may be intimately familiar with The Museum Club in Flagstaff, AZ, for those who are not familiar with the club and its history I recommend reading up on the clubs history. It has a long standing history of hauntings through the years. These stem from the tragic loss of Don Scott's wife Thorna as she fell from the staircase while going up to bed one night after closing up the bar. Don never recovered from the loss of Thorna and eventually commited suicide in front of the fireplace at the Museum Club. Don Scott had played steel guitar for Bob Wills and then bought the Museum Club. Bob Wills played the club while Don was in charge.
Last weekend (5th and 6th of December) we played the Zoo as it is called due to the taxidermy theme through out. On Friday night we set up and were doing our sound check. The DJ turned on the stage lights from the upstairs DJ booth. He came down the stairs and crossed the stage at which point the stage lights flickered off. The DJ went to check the breaker box only to find the breaker ok. He went back up stairs to check the cables. When he got back upstairs the light switch was toggled to the off position. No one was upstairs or could have done this as they would have had to cross the stage. The DJ turned the lights back on and came down stairs. As he reached the edge of the stage poof the lights went off again. He climbed back up stairs and turned them on again and waited, they stayed on. As he climbed back down onto the stage the lights flickered off. The DJ, a veteran of the club grabbed a roll of tape and tapped the switch in the on position for the night.
We started our show and immediately experienced strange capacitance like discharges in the sound system, a kin to thunder crackling. We stopped and regrouped, eliminating half of the sound system to go on with the show. After our first break I sat back down at my steel only to find the 5th and 6th strings detuned a couple steps. I tuned back up and could not figure out who would have done that. There are no practical jokers in our band when it comes to gear. We finished up the night and chatted about the spookiness of the lights.
The following day we went into the Zoo to figure out what was going on with the sound system before the club opened. I sat down at my steel and thought I would play Steel Guitar Rag, kind of as joke to appease the ghosts. I finished the song solo while everyone else was rolling in for our sound check. We fired up the sound system and everything worked fine. I asked the sound techs if they had changed something and the told me they could find nothing wrong that would have caused all of the problems from the night before.
Really haunted? Who knows, but sure was spooky. |
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