One day. I was a member of the greatest cover band of the greatest band to ever come out of Athens, Georgia for one whole day.

Did I think it was weird when the guy who plays all of Peter Buck’s parts called me out of the blue? Of course, I did. But there he was on the other end of this telephone call telling me he’d heard I knew my way around a mandoline from my pal Tony and asking if I want to meet with them and show them my stuff. Me! I mean, I was nothing but a prep cook at a fancy Italian restaurant, you know? Suddenly I was going to be slicing, grating, and julienning for R.E.Member! Who knew that needed a caterer?!

Gosh, I must’ve stayed up all night practising Mastrad A20900A Orka V-Blade Mandoline, too. By the break of day, I knew every one of the six included stainless steel blades like the back on my hand. With the food pusher and non-clip base for safety and convenience, I knew I was going to wow them.

And I did. I wowed them so much by bringing in a mandoline and not a mandolin that they laughed me right out of the room. Talk about embarrassing.
For a second there, I think the pseudo-Michael Stipe guy was actually interested in trying to make it work, but mock Mike Mills wouldn’t here a word of it. It’s cool, though. All that practice got me a promotion to salad chef at least.

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