I had to share this experience. I'm going to keep it fairly anonymous, as I really did enjoy the bar, and I don't want to anger anyone. We look forward to playing it again!
I play in a punkrock/reggae/soul type group. We have a great following, but it's fairly all ages. While on tour, we always have to book a few bar gigs to come out on top. So last weekend, we book a bar gig on a night off. It's a decent gaurentee, and we have a few fans in the area, so we are stoked.
After handling a four hour drive through Arizona, we get in town. After meeting up with a band we are playing with, we carpool it over to the venue. First off, WHAT A DRIVE. I swear we took twelve side streets, went through three different neighborhoods, and eventually end up driving through a
trailer park. Nothing against trailer parks, I've lived in them. But the bar was IN IT!
We park, unload, and enter the venue. I've seen alot of Mary Jo's and Billy Bob's in my time, and this place was full of them! Cheapest drinks in town, and roughest crowd!
To cut to the short of it, I'll recap a few events of the night:
- Rawhide. x 3. Yes, three extended versions of Rawhide. In an hour and a half set.
- Drinks. I've never had the promoter, bartender, and crowd push so many drinks on me in my life.
- Brawl. What would a place be like without your classic bar brawl?
- Beer bottles. I learned to dodge real quick!
- A line dance to punk rock.
Oh man, this was just too good. I don't think I've ever had a more fun gig in my life. We got payed well, and the bar owners are begging for us back!!! Who woulda thought?
