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Discussion in 'Bass Humor & Gig Stories [BG]' started by TexasHeat, Jan 11, 2021.
Remember toga parties? I think it was summer of '82.
We had a party at college - top floor of the dorms (12th). We were smart - the 11th floor was invited, so they wouldn’t complain. Turns out, the folks on the 9th floor thought the party was on the 10th, and as they weren’t invited, called in a noise complaint.
This summer, played an outdoor gig in a restaurant parking lot (Covid). First music they’ve done outside — 7pm on a Saturday night. Band plays light rock/R&B (Amy Winehouse, Steely Dan) — and we open with some jazz standards. Cops came after first two jazz standards. Are you kidding me? We’re a mellow band. They came a second time later in evening, and we had to turn down to like a “2” to keep going. Weak.
Yes - by my wife. I wasn't playing an instrument at the time.
yes..full power cut off during a gig my old punk band played lower east side nyc. It was a 6pm-7pm slot, barely anyone there...waste of time all around. Back then we just laughed it off and left our beer bottles/garbage/urine as a thank you
Yes a long time ago back in 1978 my band Storm got a chance to play the 4 of July show in the next town over from us Football stadium. We had never did a out door show. So we decide to ask my parents ( bought musicians themselves) if we could set up in the yard. They said yes so we set up the entire show including drum riser in the side yard of the house.
We were doing at the time a 60/40% of covers and original hard/rock metal so I was pumping through my SVT and the guitars were V4. Anyway we were pretty popular being a original band that had already recorded a 4 song EP ( not every day thing back in 78 kids) We start rocking and the next thing you know people would coming out the wood work and they were lining up in front of the fence. We were into maybe our 4th song and the crowd was already starting to block the street. Some one called the cops. The cops showed up and told us to shut it down. I spoke to the officer and told him why we were doing the out door show and had about 6 songs to go, He did care and said he would come in the yard and shut it off, My Dad old fashion Italian came off the porch like a shot and read the officer the riot act about coming into the yard and the noise ordinance in the town the cops left the crowd cheer and we did maybe 3 more songs and pulled the plug.
The Band we were different
the house I grew up in nice side yard
There were many occasions but my most memorable was when I was a wild and crazy teenage bass player. My Jamming buddies with whom I still get together with on occasion to this day, we still laugh about this nearly half a decade later. These guys are brothers (guitar and drummer) there mother finally kicked us out of the garage for .... spoiler alert, playing to loud, in her defence it was an attached garage, I get that now. But I digress, they had a small club house they had built in the back yard, the drummer needed a place to practice his drums so he moved them out to the clubhouse, eventually myself and his brother the guitar player moved our stuff in to. It was a bit snug but workable. I should mention we live in a northern climate so there was a small wood burning stove at one end so you could be in there in the winter time, and being that it was on the end I was set up it was my job to stoke the fire.
Here was the kicker, there property backed up to a large garden center/ nursery that the owners also had residence on. We would be out there on a friday night blastin away and a few friends would drop by with some beer and other stuff to hang out and listen. Inevidably the garden center would call the cops, cops come over, knock on door, door opens, cloud of smoke rolls out. Cops arent stupid, they knew what was going on but they were always cool so long as we complied and turn the volume down and quit by 10 pm as require by city law. This happened more friday nights than I can remember. In the end the garden center had a surveyer come out and discovered the clubhouse was about halfway onto there property so they received notice they had to move it or tear it down, they opted for the latter but I can tell you there were a lot of memories made in that little shack musical and otherwise. Good times as they say.
That happened to me more times than I can remember. But... The strangest one was when my band was practicing in my backyard in the 70's. I was only 16 at that time and my mom and dad where both there encouraging us. All of the guys I was playing with were in their early 20's, and bass players were hard to find. The reason we where in the backyard is that my mom said we were too loud to play in the house. Just as the sun was going down a car pulled up and 2 guys got out and walked up to our fence and stood there until we were done playing a song. They applauded us, but then asked my dad if he wouldn't mind asking us to turn down some because people at the drive-in theater that was about 200 yards away through a wooded area were complaining that they could not hear the movie...
There's a semi-famous place in DC called The Electric Maid which is a weird venue; not a bar, just a small stage for local bands. It's connected physically to a private residence, and for years the lady who lived there would call the cops if the music didn't stop at exactly 10 PM.
Exactly 10 PM. If you played one note at 10:01 the cops would show up as you were packing up to go home. Unless you were being blatant the cops would usually just chat for a few minutes, laugh it off and head out.
That lady has reportedly moved away but with the pandemic who knows if the Maid will survive now.
Only by the drummers parents.
One of my first gigs ever was with my ska band in middle school playing at a kid's birthday party at his backyard by a lake. The birthday kid's parents got a call from another family across the lake that the noise was not allowing their sick child to get to sleep. The kid's parents came out and told us to play another song or two and wrap it up, to which the singer responded over the mic "we got a couple more songs, thank you for listening, but on a serious note, there's a sick little boy across the lake who couldn't be here tonight, THIS SONG'S FOR HIM ..."
I still think about how funny that was at the time.
A cop once told me he could feel my bass through the ground when he stepped out of his cruiser. Sweet!
At house parties in my younger days the police would come and threaten to impound our eerquipment. Plus we used to rehearse in my mom's garage but our neighbor was a grave yard employee. He would walk across the street and bang on the garage door if we got too loud. Poor guy, I thought of him often due to the fact that I spent the last 10 years of my working life on swing or grave yard shift.
As an adult we played at a really cool outdoor venue but had to play somewhat subdued due to a lady who lived on the other side of an orchard who would call the police is she could hear the music at all.
While I was in college, we played at a lot of house parties. Those were frequently shut down by the cops for noise.
This summer, COVID-friendly block party was the most recent. Four 60-something band members playing blues/rock. Visit by the Sheriff at 8:00 PM and told to shut it down. Neighbors now think we're rock stars....
Recently, last October.
Held socially distance practice at my house, a seven piece band doesn't fit in a garage, so we all spread out on my front driveway.
We got to practice for three and half hours on a Saturday afternoon before Sheriffs came and said there were noise complaints. We were pretty much done anyways. So we politely packed everything up and called it a good practice.
I have an idea who complained, it wasn't my neighbors. They were outside from time to time listening and dancing along to our brand of Southern Rock.
I am surprised they didn't tell you to turn down those loud costumes, too.
No, but a mostly-original alternative music band I played in back in the '80s got shut down because of how we looked. True story.
We didn't get shut down, but had to very mindful of our overall volume at my last gig of 2020. It was an outdoor brew pub on a former farm and they were in a legal dispute with their neighbor over music volume and just being there in the first place. I guess I can understand the neighbor's position. They live in the country on a quiet lane on a farm and now there's a brew pub running every weekend with 100-200 or more people. So we checked volumes multiple times with an SPL meter, the owner was happy, the crowd was happy, the neighbors - who knows?
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