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Grrr... War stories from the weekend...

Discussion in 'Bass Humor & Gig Stories [BG]' started by secretdonkey, Oct 24, 2004.


  1. secretdonkey

    secretdonkey

    Oct 9, 2002
    Austin, TX
    Friday's gig: Went pretty smoothly. Only my second gig playing a five string, so I was still coming to terms with the new bass. The new bass is an MTD 535 and let's just say for the purpose of this story that I paid more for it than I did for the vehicle that I drove to the gig. Towards the end of the night the band leaders let some guy on stage to sing along with them on a song, and before you know it, the stage is full of his buddies. Some guy tries to run up on stage right by me, and he trips on the edge of the low stage and falls right into me. Luckily I somehow remain standing. Bass is safe and this guy gets escorted directly out the door by the bar staff. Whew.

    Saturday: Saturday was a street fest gig, about 3.5 hours north of home. It goes okay... we got comp rooms as part of the deal so we spend a long night drinking beer and hanging out back at the hotel. As usual, I was the first one up the next morning, and since I drove my own car, I figured I'd just head on out without waking anyone up. 3.5 hours later I'm about to pull into my driveway and the phone rings. Someone had given me the keys to the band vehicle for safekeeping the night before, and I'd totally forgotten that I had them. No locksmith could make a duplicate key for this particular car (Ford Expedition) and no dealership was open on Sunday... so... it was back in the car to make the drive all over again. 11.5 hours on the road today, plus the 3.5 hours from the day before. Ouch!

    :scowl:
     
  2. KeithPas

    KeithPas

    May 16, 2000
    Poulsbo,Wa
    The only good part of that story is that it did'nt happen to me!! :cool: Seriously, that sucks..bad. :(
     
  3. secretdonkey

    secretdonkey

    Oct 9, 2002
    Austin, TX
    Oh yeah, I left out the part about how I drove through a fierce rainstorm on the final leg home. I seriously thought I was in a tornado at one point... all I could see was about two road stripes in front of me and debris blowing everywhere. The rest was just whitish-gray. A tornado would've picked up my tiny little car like a toy, and probably ripped off the convertible top while it was at it. Fortunately, it wasn't a tornado! :)
     
  4. Josh Ryan

    Josh Ryan - that dog won't hunt, Monsignor. Staff Member Supporting Member

    Mar 24, 2001
    Ouch.