In the eighties I played in a fairly hard rock outfit (didn't everyone, though?). Looking back, I'd rate us as an enthusiastic solid band now but not superstars. But it was a good lifestyle.
We played a Saturday night headline for a pretty full club of sweaty punters, and it all seemed to go very well. Once we had finished, though, it was apparent that our drinks rider hadn't appeared backstage yet. I was parched, so before hitting the showers I ducked out from backstage and went to the bar to grab a drink to cool off with.
So here I am at the bar, waiting my turn, surrounded by punters, and wearing leather trousers and a very wet black shirt (80's remember) with a towel around by neck to soak up the sweat from my wet hair (and feeling a bit self concious, obviously).
The guy next to me in line looks at me and says "What did you think of the band?". I'd literally been on stage 2 minutes earlier for nearly 2 hours! So, what to say? I don't wanna do the whole "Don't you recognise me?" routine, but I am curious. "Umm . . they were ok I think. What did you think?" He gave me a very disparaging look and said "If you didn't enjoy that, you don't know music and you shouldn't be here, buddy!"
So, on the one hand that's a very encouraging review (and I'm sorta pleased), but on the other, exactly how observant is this fan of ours? I guess it's just bassist invisibility syndrome again, but sheesh!