I just finished playing a gig in a real rough part of town that was amazingly brutal.
The band sounded great, but over the course of the night...
- A guy wanted to fight me when I got out of my car near bar for soundcheck at about 7:30pm!!!
- I left a bunch of cables at home, so I had to go get them. When I parked again near the bar at about 8:00, a guy and his girlfriend were fighting (I mean fighting! She was pulling his hair and stuff.)
- Two doors down was a real scummy rental building that the police were evicting all residents out of so there were a bunch (12 or more) of crackheads on the sidewalk with their possessions (mattresses, beds, etc.) I saw 2 more fights while lugging my gear into the bar.
- None of our friends showed up as the area was a complete war zone and they decided to go home when they drove by the bar and surrounding chaos. When we started playing, there were the 3 wives and a couple of drunks at the bar. 5 or 6 people total!
- 2 drunks came in as we took our first break and immediately started hitting on my wife. One guy kissed her boot! Luckily he backed off when I told him to pi$$ off!
- Some crazy broad (completely blasted) jumped on stage and grabbed my mic and started singing some idiotic song. Luckily, the bouncer saw my face and got her off the stage after a few seconds.
- I watched a crackhead puke his guts out outside (there is a methadone clinic around the corner too, did I forget to mention that?)
- Lastly, another drunk tried to start a fight with me and my drummer when we were finishing up packing our gear into our cars.
I just shake my head sometimes when I realize what I will do to make a measly $100 or so!
What a night!
This has got to be the worst night I have had yet. Again, the band sounded never better, but worrying about getting jumped while trying to play a low paying gig is just crazy! Of course, I will do it again!
The band sounded great, but over the course of the night...
- A guy wanted to fight me when I got out of my car near bar for soundcheck at about 7:30pm!!!
- I left a bunch of cables at home, so I had to go get them. When I parked again near the bar at about 8:00, a guy and his girlfriend were fighting (I mean fighting! She was pulling his hair and stuff.)
- Two doors down was a real scummy rental building that the police were evicting all residents out of so there were a bunch (12 or more) of crackheads on the sidewalk with their possessions (mattresses, beds, etc.) I saw 2 more fights while lugging my gear into the bar.
- None of our friends showed up as the area was a complete war zone and they decided to go home when they drove by the bar and surrounding chaos. When we started playing, there were the 3 wives and a couple of drunks at the bar. 5 or 6 people total!
- 2 drunks came in as we took our first break and immediately started hitting on my wife. One guy kissed her boot! Luckily he backed off when I told him to pi$$ off!
- Some crazy broad (completely blasted) jumped on stage and grabbed my mic and started singing some idiotic song. Luckily, the bouncer saw my face and got her off the stage after a few seconds.
- I watched a crackhead puke his guts out outside (there is a methadone clinic around the corner too, did I forget to mention that?)
- Lastly, another drunk tried to start a fight with me and my drummer when we were finishing up packing our gear into our cars.
I just shake my head sometimes when I realize what I will do to make a measly $100 or so!
What a night!
This has got to be the worst night I have had yet. Again, the band sounded never better, but worrying about getting jumped while trying to play a low paying gig is just crazy! Of course, I will do it again!
