Wild Animal

The man onstage with the electric guitar, he’s known as Tiger. A southpaw, he wears a slide on his right pinky and a smile on his face. He plays a note, shakes the slide along the string. His smile broadens. No question, he loves what he’s doing. The bass man and the drummer are smiling too. You can feel the fun they’re having onstage infect the whole room.
Tiger strikes another screaming note and leaps from the edge of the stage onto the dance floor. He whips the guitar around and plays it behind his head—cool enough, yeah, but we’ve all seen that. Wait—he’s dropped the guitar! No—he’s got it on the floor and he’s playing it somehow. The dancers circle round, the rhythm section drops the volume down real low. Everyone in the audience is getting to their feet so they can see. Is Tiger licking the guitar neck? No, he’s playing slide, holding the slide in his mouth! Now he’s playing with his foot!
Then the slide hits the ground and Tiger flips the guitar over, laying it on the slide. Starting low, Tiger slowly pushes the guitar over the slide, the pitch rising, the tension swelling. Tiger keeps pushing the guitar over the slide, people holler, whistle, and shout, the bass and drums pump and thump ever harder. Then the guitar is suddenly back in Tiger’s hands, and he’s on his feet, jumping up and down in time with the music. Some people jump with him, some just stand there grinning from sheer pleasure.
That’s Wild Animal for ya: crazy & fun instrumental music.