Here’s a good one for you all. (You can’t make this stuff up, I swear.)
So, at Friday night’s gig this older loudmouth type fella’ starts hollering requests from across the patio. Small place, maybe 20 ppl., tops. He didn’t appear to be drunk, just obnoxious.
“Play some Santana!” (We’re an oldies band) “Do you know any Cream?”
Bad enough, but here’s the kicker- he yells to our drummer, “Why don’t you take the pads off your sticks? You should play louder, I can’t hear you!” We all look at each other, confused. Huh?
Drummer’s using regular, nylon tip sticks.
Even better- he comes up to us on break and eventually reveals why he felt entitled to share his opinions with us- HE’S A CLUB OWNER!!
So, at Friday night’s gig this older loudmouth type fella’ starts hollering requests from across the patio. Small place, maybe 20 ppl., tops. He didn’t appear to be drunk, just obnoxious.
“Play some Santana!” (We’re an oldies band) “Do you know any Cream?”
Bad enough, but here’s the kicker- he yells to our drummer, “Why don’t you take the pads off your sticks? You should play louder, I can’t hear you!” We all look at each other, confused. Huh?
Drummer’s using regular, nylon tip sticks.
Even better- he comes up to us on break and eventually reveals why he felt entitled to share his opinions with us- HE’S A CLUB OWNER!!