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Sometimes, it's tough

I was at my inlaws and I went out to get pizza for the crew. I order the pizzas and step outside to wait and I hear live music coming from somewhere. I follow it about a block and, next to the river under a really small pavilion, is this band. There was some kind of festival going on (not sure what) but it was a really small town, and it was raining. Counting the vendors at the booths selling candy and other crap and me, there were 11 people watching these guys. They weren't all that great and they were playing the most trite classic tracks imaginable (Sweet Home Alabama, Don't stop believing...stuff like that). They were all crammed under that stupid little pavilion, trying to stay dry. But they were out there playing. God Bless em.
 
I was at my inlaws and I went out to get pizza for the crew. I order the pizzas and step outside to wait and I hear live music coming from somewhere. I follow it about a block and, next to the river under a really small pavilion, is this band. There was some kind of festival going on (not sure what) but it was a really small town, and it was raining. Counting the vendors at the booths selling candy and other crap and me, there were 11 people watching these guys. They weren't all that great and they were playing the most trite classic tracks imaginable (Sweet Home Alabama, Don't stop believing...stuff like that). They were all crammed under that stupid little pavilion, trying to stay dry. But they were out there playing. God Bless em.
Nothing like a garage band trying to figure out where they’re going.
Usually only up, from here.
Yep! You gotta give em props for bein out doin it, no matter what.
 
gigs in the rain are where the best stories come from.
we were playing a "party in the park" deal; two stages with one band playing while another set up. It was cloudy and breezy all day with light sprinkles off and on. Just the perfect weather for a midwest middle of August party in the park where the cops fenced off the entire park with orange snowfence and declared the whole 11 acres "the beer tent". we were setting up just before dusk and the clouds were thick. The wind started picking up as the slider monkeys set levels and we kicked off. Crowd was three sheets to the wind and having a great time. It starts to rain for real as we kick off the second tune. Crowd loves it, wet t-shirts all around. Band loves it, wet t-shirts all around and there's a great big awning over the stages so as long as we stay off the front 5 feet of the stage we stay dry. That is until a big gust lifts the side wall and peels back half the top awning just as the rain starts pouring down. keyboard player grabs the giant garbage bag he keeps for just such emergencies and covers up toot sweet. Band stops. Crowd is yelling W*F? Bass player looks at me, shrugs, yells over at the drummer "let's go!" Tim starts pounding the living hell out of "when the levee breaks" and the crowd erupts as the rain starts coming down in buckets. The band comes in and the slider monkeys push the mains up as far they'll go. we didn't get very far into it when lightning struck the pole behind the stage somewhere. All I saw was what looked like the shadow from an old Lincoln arc welder x1000000 and BOOM! Every single person made like Fred Flintstone and boogied out of there as fast as they could. I had my guitar stuffed inside my 55 gallon garbage bag and was off the back of the stage heading for the van in about 2 seconds. Mark (the bass player) was already inside the van when I got to the parking lot.


how was the pizza?
 
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I was at my inlaws and I went out to get pizza for the crew. I order the pizzas and step outside to wait and I hear live music coming from somewhere. I follow it about a block and, next to the river under a really small pavilion, is this band. There was some kind of festival going on (not sure what) but it was a really small town, and it was raining. Counting the vendors at the booths selling candy and other crap and me, there were 11 people watching these guys. They weren't all that great and they were playing the most trite classic tracks imaginable (Sweet Home Alabama, Don't stop believing...stuff like that). They were all crammed under that stupid little pavilion, trying to stay dry. But they were out there playing. God Bless em.

The band I’m in the process of joining has both those songs in the songbook. I can hardly ring myself to practice them. The bad company song I can’t even bring myself to listen to. I accept a couple of standard duds out of 130.
Edit: TCB is also in there lol
 
There are times when playing in rain beats playing in heat.

As far as small crowds, I’ve played in fairly empty bars, but nothing is worse than playing outdoors and people are so scattered that it seriously feels like you’re being punished.

As for pizza, I think I may be lactose intolerant. I can eat it, but I get a cheese hangover that lasts for days.
 
I was at my inlaws and I went out to get pizza for the crew. I order the pizzas and step outside to wait and I hear live music coming from somewhere. I follow it about a block and, next to the river under a really small pavilion, is this band. There was some kind of festival going on (not sure what) but it was a really small town, and it was raining. Counting the vendors at the booths selling candy and other crap and me, there were 11 people watching these guys. They weren't all that great and they were playing the most trite classic tracks imaginable (Sweet Home Alabama, Don't stop believing...stuff like that). They were all crammed under that stupid little pavilion, trying to stay dry. But they were out there playing. God Bless em.
There was a gig I played some time ago that started two hours after the dinner rush. We played until 11 pm and then only people in the audience were the bartenders, @Jonathan Eliot and another patron with his daughter. I don't think I've ever played for so few in my life!
 
Hi danesdad :) funny read so far! :bookworm: :thumbsup:

They were all crammed under that stupid little pavilion, trying to stay dry. But they were out there playing. God Bless em.

Reading your thread title, I thought the story would end with:

… when I came back, my band had hired a new bassplayer! :laugh::laugh::laugh:

Well, they were all in their 40s and 50s, so I'm not sure they were a garage band

I am 50 and in 3! garage bands! It" s cool, I don' t have to ask Dad! :D It' s my garage! And it' s a big one.

I can hardly ring myself to practice them. The bad company song I can’t even bring myself to listen to.

When someone needs to practice Sweet Home Alabama or any Bad Comp song…

let him go buy some pizza! :smug:

, I’ve played in fairly empty bars

Don' t worry. Even Gary Moore played "empty rooms" so many times times, he still had the the blues. :roflmao:

It' s much better than to be a band, that stays in reproom forever!


greetings


Wise(b)ass
 
Hi danesdad :) funny read so far! :bookworm: :thumbsup:



Reading your thread title, I thought the story would end with:

… when I came back, my band had hired a new bassplayer! :laugh::laugh::laugh:



I am 50 and in 3! garage bands! It" s cool, I don' t have to ask Dad! :D It' s my garage! And it' s a big one.



When someone needs to practice Sweet Home Alabama or any Bad Comp song…

let him go buy some pizza! :smug:



Don' t worry. Even Gary Moore played "empty rooms" so many times times, he still had the the blues. :roflmao:

It' s much better than to be a band, that stays in reproom forever!


greetings


Wise(b)ass

Just enough to actually get the correct bass line ;)
 
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