We had an outdoor gig yesterday. Well, actually, it was gonna be indoors, we thought. We're having the usual rain that comes everyday around 6pm for awhile now, so outdoors can only be done if there's a good cover over the band. Not hard at all to understand.
So, we get there and the guy wants us to set up on a patio. No cover at all. There was a small house right in front of us that had a nice porch with a large overhang, plenty of room for us, but they had it set with tables and chairs. Aw, hell, I mean come on, what kind of sense did this make? Anyway, I told the band leader, "First drop of rain and I'm packing." I knew it would happen. I could see it coming.
It did.
We all packed everything up. My stuff went right back in my truck which I left close by. The rest went into a little bath house beside the patio, except for the keyboardist's mixer which got covered. Heavy rain ensued for about an hour.
The guy wouldn't work with us either. No play, no pay (we were an hour from home). No gas money. Nothing. He wanted to know if we could move to the warehouse which was about 100 yards away. Hey, it's raining, haven't you noticed? Hell, no, we can't do that.
I had lost interest by then.
Finally, he decided we could play on the nearby porch. But there was lightning nearby, too. No way, I said. At the end the guy came up with half pay for us, and we went home.
Why are so many folks so oblivious to what a band requires? I told our leader that we should have a policy about it. No cover, no booking.
Rant over. Thanks for listening.
So, we get there and the guy wants us to set up on a patio. No cover at all. There was a small house right in front of us that had a nice porch with a large overhang, plenty of room for us, but they had it set with tables and chairs. Aw, hell, I mean come on, what kind of sense did this make? Anyway, I told the band leader, "First drop of rain and I'm packing." I knew it would happen. I could see it coming.
It did.
We all packed everything up. My stuff went right back in my truck which I left close by. The rest went into a little bath house beside the patio, except for the keyboardist's mixer which got covered. Heavy rain ensued for about an hour.
The guy wouldn't work with us either. No play, no pay (we were an hour from home). No gas money. Nothing. He wanted to know if we could move to the warehouse which was about 100 yards away. Hey, it's raining, haven't you noticed? Hell, no, we can't do that.
I had lost interest by then.
Finally, he decided we could play on the nearby porch. But there was lightning nearby, too. No way, I said. At the end the guy came up with half pay for us, and we went home.
Why are so many folks so oblivious to what a band requires? I told our leader that we should have a policy about it. No cover, no booking.
Rant over. Thanks for listening.


