Finally, some truth!!Same thing happened to me.
I was at a jazz club just having a few drinks with some friends when the call came "does anyone play guitar?" Apparently ol' Lou came down sick that night and the trio needed someone to fill in. My friends all immediately started pointing to me and whooping and hollerin' until I was shamed into going on stage just so they'd stop.
So the keyboard player John turns to me and says "you know any theory boy?"
I said "Sure. Evolution, relativity, you name it. But I don't need to know string theory to play the twanger."
He says, " we play 26-2, can you hang?"
And I replied, "26-2, 26-3, whatever it takes. I'll just wing it dude."
After three songs the crowd was in a frenzy and they carried me off stage on their shoulders because they had never heard anything so amazing in their lives. Herbie Hancock was there and he came up to me with a pretty girl no more than 19 years of age. He said "Please, I beg you. Impregnate my grandaughter so that my bloodline will have this natural musical talent in their blood." And when the bedding ceremony was complete I walked out of the club and into a waiting limousine while the gathered crowd along the velvet rope line sang "nuk su kow, nuk su kow, nuk su kow!"
I always wondered if I was alone, until now.
Welcome to the club James.
nuk su kow, nuk su kow, nuk su kow!