Here are some more quick ones..
Our band used to cover Pink Floyd Breath -> Time, one time we played it in a swing style at a show, and we were asked to leave the bar after the first set. The guitarist asked why, and the owner said, "Cause you just shouldn't cover floyd man, thats way off limits."
Another time we were playing the Beat Kitchen in Chicago. Weather was bad and no one came out, just two guys in their 40's and their wifes. Guitarist got discouraged and drunk, and at the end of the night quoted his favorite Tenacious D line to the crowd-- "Lookin out in the crowd, I see a lot of possible backstage Bettys tonight!" The guys got real pissed, had words with us, then left. We played the rest of the night for the bartender.
For a Halloween show, we all dressed in disguises and opened for ourselves. We played under the band name, "Incognito." This was the same night I almost got jumped by the coke heads in the bathroom. (from another thread)
Our drummer worked for a courier/delivery service, and we got to use their company vans for free. One time, the van had a hospital bed in the back that he had to drop off on the way back from out of town. After the show, a girl took an interest to me, and agreed to go back to our hotel. She came out to get a ride with us, and our drummer opened the back doors. The girl took one look at the bed in the back, and declined to hang out anymore.
We had a special ending we used when we were feeling saucey. We would let the end of a song ring out, then we would all hit the same chord synchronized with the drummer banging the crash. We would start out slow, then creshendo and speed up the hits until we got super fast, then let the chord ring out again. We would repeat this over and over, one time for about 15 min straight. The crowd would cheer at first then get pissed, and finally start to laugh. Kinda Andy Kaufmann - esqe.
Our singer lived with our drummer and the drummers mom when we first moved up to chicago from college. He lived in their basement and racked up a $580 internet porn bill, which the drummers mom had to ask him repeatedly to pay.
Our singer was arrested for a gas-and-go.
Our singer disappeared with a girl after a gig. He spent the night at her place, and we drove home. He was sure he could get a ride back, and he couldn't. He called a cab, and had him drive to a local mall where he returned a jacket that he bought a week before. He used that money to pay for the cab ride and made it back home. The jacket, by the way, was a black leather jacket with cow shoulders. (Cowhair in the black and white pattern. He wore it with a cowboy hat)
Over the years, our singer lost every piece of equipment he used at one time or another. Guitar, strap, amp, chords, tuner, everything. After he lost his guitar, the band pitched in and bought him another one. He pawned it and bought the aforementioned jacket.
Thats it for now
