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Discussion in 'Bass Humor & Gig Stories [BG]' started by CaptainWally, Jun 24, 2019.
2) Gym membership
Bag of potatoes. Dumped on the stage. I took them home.
This might be OT but for some reason I just thought of the time I saw a sign in a bar window that said: Bass player who can shuck clams wanted for house band.
No idea what the pay was .
There was a time during the Dot-Com Boom when many start-up companies were handing out options in lieu of cash. This ruse may have worked out well for some people, but as Billy Preston once sang: "Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin', you gotta have somethin' if you wanna be with me." From my standpoint, if a company isn't generating enough cash flow to pay its bills – especially for extravagancies like hiring a band for a party – it's destined to crash and burn. And that's precisely what happened about 18 months after we were offered the options.
Did you take the gig?
it was a different time and place/space but the "offer" was in addition to the regular/agreed pay. genitals were involved.
actually, that happened more than once, but a disclosure: we were young, good looking, presented well, and we wore tuxedos. wouldn't/couldn't/shouldn't happen these days...right?!
The good news and the bad news: I'm offering you a gig!
exposure... but just think of all the exposure.. well snap thats great my rent cost exactly 800 exposures this month
Yes, but we settled for $50 a man and a free for all at the buffet table. I didn't like the conditions associated with immortality.
We had played the number of sets we agreed on, and there were storm clouds looming in the distance (an outdoor gig). We decided to pack up because....lightning and musicians with electric instruments and amps don't mix well. The guy who was running the party wanted us to play longer, and said he understood why we wanted to pack up, but....
"I have drugs".
Being electrocuted is only bad as long as your sober,....I guess.
+1 for "exposure"
As long as it's not indecent...
A pistol on top of the bar. The bar owner was not offering the pistol as payment.....
This bar we packed with fans shorted us at the door. So I did some self-help. I took a bunch of beer signs and walked out. That was the last time we played for the door.
I think my self-help gene may have inherited from my dad.
He was playing a mob run joint in the 70s. When the owner stiffed him for the whole fee, my dad took all of the stage lights and left. Fortunately for him, the joint mysteriously burned down a few days later.
One bar owner declined to pay us the agreed upon price but offered to "pay" us with additional non paying gigs.
A band I used to play with once got booked for a private house party out in the suburbs. When they got there (this was just before I joined the band) they realized the party was of the swinger variety.
An event T-shirt.
That was the pay. True, it was a worthy charity event but the gig was such a disaster I could never bring myself to wear the shirt.