Last night I played the first gig with a local band that I've joined and we all have decided that we never will play a bar again. We have a very complex rig, and showed up at six to do set up and sound check for the show at nine. The owners refused to help us with their non working electrical outlets, and told us not to sound check because it might upset all of the old yokels at the bar. Not that the old yokels don't have a right to be there, but this gig has been scheduled for weeks, and they knew about it just as well as anyone. So we did one anyways (2-18"bins,2-15"bins,2x10+1x15 for drum triggers, 2-15" monitors) and blasted em'. We would have been polite and not done it if we'd been treated politely in the first place. We have a fairly good local following so about 200 people eventually showed in the bar which on a monday usually has about 20 or so. We played about half of our show, which went fairly well besides some technical difficulties (drummer ran out of duct tape to hold triggers on his heads) and then took a halftime beer break. The owners made us pay for the beer, and told us to turn down or else we couldn't play anymore(we were quiet enough for bar calls, so what more do you need?) and the whole time they were being incredibly rude. I am friends with one of the waitresses and she said that they didn't make as much bar profit on an entire saturday as they had in the last hour. Seeing that the bar owners were generally being power freak jerkoffs, we got on the mic and told all of our friends(most of the crowd) that the show was done and that they could leave because the bar owner didn't want us to play anymore and wasn't paying us anyways, and that they should all stop purchasing drinks. The crowed did a good deal of booing and cussing,and then all of a sudden one of the owners sends the waitress over with a couple of free pitchers and has her tell us to stay. Funny, eh? So we finish up the rest of our set with free beer, and then go out to the parking lot to find that the drummers truck has been broken in to, and his registration, wallet, my guitarists wallet and car keys, and even my drummers shirt were stolen. We all pitch in to a pool at shows to pay for broken gear(strings,drum heads,cables) and that money was stolen also. Somehow, through all of this, we still managed to have fun though. Oh well, looks like we'll be sticking to venues.