I came back from Eastman School of Music with my head full of contemporary jazz, this is maybe 1976? I was playing all kinds of gigs. One Saturday afternoon I got a phone call at 2:30 and this agent asked me, "Hey, can you play for Count Basie tonight? He's got the flu, and I need to find a sub for him!" I said, are you sure you want me? And he said, “I've already tried a lot of people.” I said, “OK that sounds good.”
The concert/dance was at the University of Texas Union ballroom. And it was advertised as a “sock hop.” (I guess you know what that is. Everybody takes their shoes off and dance on the wooden dance floor in their socks.)