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...Embarrising Moments At a Gig?

I had one that happened just last night. Doing an open mic at this place where we're trying to get some face time to line up a gig. We played there 1 previous time, so it was nothing new. I hook up my strap & sling my bass over my shoulder as I'm chatting it up w/ the house bassist. I notice my bass is hanging funny. At first I thought it was because I had just lengthened the strap earlier in the day. As I try to connect the cable, while still talking to this bassist, there's no place to put the cable end. Seems I put the tail strap lock into the bass input jack instead of on the pin. (Good thing I didn't move around much prior to this, or the bass would've certainly taken a dive.)

My biorhythms must've been off last night, because prior to this as we're sitting watching the earlier musicians, I draw a blank on the songs we're supposed to be doing. How's that song go? What key? What happens on the bridge? Total blackout. I had to keep referring to the charts that another band member brought. Of course, once the 1st note was struck, it all came back. But I had a bit of anxiety amnesia, for sure.
 
Not really my own embarrassing moment, but I used to play with a band that would regularly embarrass me...

The band had 2 "leaders" with giant egos. One was probably the most juvenile adult I've ever met, the other would throw fits of rage and physically threaten people whenever something wasn't up to his expectations. I was playing with them because I had no other band prospect at the time, just in order to keep active musically. Plus they were good musicians, serious about their music, rehearsed regularly, etc. There were good musical moments, that is if you could deal with them constantly bickering at each other over everything. And I guess that I kept hoping they'd eventually become reasonable. (I'm a very patient person.)
This said...

Fits of rage guy eventually got us barred from about every gig venue and rehearsal place in town. For example, he once threatened a waitress at a venue because she wouldn't serve him free beers, after the owner had apparently told him that a couple drinks would be included in the deal, which turned out to be false. The poor girl ended up crying in the back room.
Also, Fits was dating an overweight, completely classless, coke addicted pole dancer (he himself was a recovering addict). The kind of stripper who works in the sleaziest places for really cheap, all of which she would often describe to us in details. (I especially remember a story involving one of her customers who had a thing for rectal thermometers... I'll spare you the other details.) She'd often attend rehearsals with their 3 year old daughter: Both parents apparently unworried about her little ear drums. Plus they never spoke to each other, but rather constantly yelled and fought while the rest of us just stood there embarrassed.
And then there were the occasions when she would show up at our gigs and literally steal the show by dancing lasciviously in front of us, bending over, well, just like a stripper, wearing monster platform high-heels and a miniskirt way too short that completely revealed her g-string. A very disturbing sight! That was over 10 years ago and there are people who still talk to me about it... By the end, I would completely avoid telling my friends whenever we gigged.

But it reached embarrassment climax during our last show together. In the middle of it, between 2 songs, Juvenile and Fits started bickering at each other like they always did at rehearsals, but this time right there on stage, while the drummer, I and the audience looked in bewilderment. I don't even remember how it started, or what about. Something like what song to play next... So they're arguing heatedly with the (luckily small) crowd watching, when Juvenile just walked away from stage and from the venue altogether. The rest of us played on, until he came back, 1 or 2 songs before the end of the show, as if nothing had happened.
That's why it was our last show together. Right after the last song, when both of them, drunk by then (and Juvenile probably coked up), were looking all happy and congratulating each other on a great show (!!!), I stormed out saying I'd stop by our rehearsal space to pick up my gear the next day so that they could continue playing at little school without me from now on.
 
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Got pulled into subbing for another in a band booked to play a Prom.
Turns out they also had a lead guitarist sub who had never played with the band, either.
No time for a practice - just a cassette of songs and a Fake book.
At first, we assumed that the band leader, the keyboard player, could hold it together. Turns out he was an accordion player, and had no left hand chops.
We could barely play four songs coherently.
Worst.gig.ever.
 
Tale of the Deadly Mic Stand.

I liked to use a boom mic stand, because I stand straight and sing with my head tilted back a wee bit and needed the added clearance.

One lass got dancing too close to our set up and whacked the mic boom in to my choppers. Ouch.

Switched over to a gooseneck after that.
 
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Tale of the Deadly Mic Stand.

I liked to use a boom mic stand, because I stand straight and sing with my head tilted back a wee bit and needed the added clearance.

One lass got dancing too close to our set up and whacked the mic boom in to my choppers. Ouch.

Switched over to a gooseneck after that.

My front teeth are all chipped from that happening too many times. Punk rock.
 
Touring with Wolfman Jack on a Fabulous Fifties show on one of our first 10 shows...

We leave NJ @ 5am and arrive at theater @ 11am

Two shows today...
4pm-7pm and 8pm-11pm

Rehearsal/rundown of 6 bands music/show from 11am-3pm

First show goes without any problems...second show goes nicely as well...UNTIL THE LAST SONG!!!

As we're fading from "Spanish Harlem" to "Under the Boardwalk" the singer is going on about how good the old days were and when we all looked forward to going "UNDER THE BOARDWALK"---the crowd roars...the stage lights turn black...there's a spot on me aaaaaannnddd

I did it perfectly the first time...and everytime after this...but this time, with a spotlight on me...as @ 5,000 people watched...I start playing the notes to the intro in some type of Frank Zappa-esque 11/8 time signature!!! No idea what I'm playing and no idea how to stop...my head is about to explode as the lead singer of the Drifters is mouthing "What the feck are you doing boy???"

And then...my keyboard players bangs out the notes of the intro loud enough for the next town to hear...I grab the line and we finish the show

Sigh....
 
My first live show with my band in HS (I was playing guitar then). This was 1997 so we played things like Bush, Blink 182, and Metallica. Just whatever we thought was "cool" at the time. Anyway, seconds from going on, we can't find our singer or bassist. They come up from the green room/dressing room/costume storage wearing nutcracker costumes complete with the tall furry hats! The other guitarist and I give each other this look like, "Wth do we doooooo????!!" We go on and it turns out their "big idea" was to do Chris Farley's "Fat guy in a little coat" thing from Tommy Boy then go straight into Everlong... Yeah, still makes me cringe sometimes.