Played in Philly last night and witnessed something that completely astounded me. The show was running late, they were starting to cut bands short because they were running out of time, and there were 3 bands left to play after ours. We finish our set and we're off the stage in about 5 minutes. Next band sets up. Guitarists and bass are ready to go in about 10, and the drummer, who's been there for the entire evening, slowly starts opening up his trap case.... I took a seat on the side of the stage and watched, with a huge smile on my face. Every single piece of his set had to be assembled. I was glad because my guitarist was in the audience selling CDs and getting people on our mailing list - it's a lot easier to do that when the music is low and there's no band playing. This guy moved slower than my dead grandmother. He would gently slide the cymbal stand parts together, talk to someone, smile, put a wingnut on, turn it with his fingers for each turn (as opposed to just kinda hitting it to spin it on). The audience started getting restless and yelling stuff, and the band just supported this lunkhead by saying "Hey, if you want us to hurry, then help our drummer set up." They didn't seem to care. Nothing phased this guy and he just kept on smiling, making jokes with his band, talking with people. It was about 45 freaking minutes before they went on. If The Nerve! was playing after them I think I would kicked this guys set off the stage. Because we weren't I found the whole thing incredibly entertaining. I would LOVE to know what the hell was going through his and his band members heads. Some things I just don't get. That's my big drummer story. I hope you liked it. I should be playing my bass.