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Discussion in 'Bass Humor & Gig Stories [BG]' started by MJ_Sotti, Jun 5, 2021.
its 1:00, everyone went home at midnight....why must we play another set
The venue's organizer just announced that a car fitting his car's description has just been towed for illegally being parked, but he knows that really wasn't why it was towed...
Should have brought the Pbass!
Frustration, half the band didn't make it.
Actually had that happen on stage at the Golden Nugget in Fallon Nevada in about 1972. The tall stage had a semi circular front. Female vocalist was at front along with Conga player. I was stage right and back a bit and guitarist was stage left behind them. The the drummer was in between us. A sudden miasma of toxic fumes made my eyes water and it became difficult to breathe because of the stench. Female vocalist went out into the audience in front with her 100-ft. cord. Guitarist stepped down the stairs off the left side of the stage. I stepped off on the right onto the top of a table first, then the cushions of the booth, and finally on the floor as far away as my 20-ft coil cord would stretch...conga player kept playing... Music sounded fine but the Conga player was the only one left on stage besides the drummer.
Then the drums stopped playing except for the high-hat. The drummer was near the top of the stairs on the left stretching out as far as he could while continuing to tap out a rhythm on his high hat....then the audience was cracking up and the conga player figured out what was happening. He left the stage and didn't return for the rest of our 3rd set. Never had my eyes water from that before or since...
Woa! That lady has three knees! And a mustache!
“...someone thinking I should have stayed in real-estate”
“...someone who dropped acid and is now convinced his fingerprints are actually TVs.”
The face of a man who just heard "you can't play your bass until you fold that laundry".
Getting up before the sun is warm... like 1:30, 2 o'clock in the afternoon. You should sleep late, man... it's just much easier on your constitution.
When the drunk guy at the bar thinks he's clever by yelling "FREEBIRD!" for the 37th time that night
"I left my cables in the other gig bag, so I'm going to have to ask the keyboardist to borrow a cable...
...and it'll be a 5-footer so I'll be spending the entire night leashed to my amp"
Thanks man, that set me off good. I got nothin' after that.
Sound checking drums...
This is the face of
“ Who booked this f***ing gig”
Just my .02
The Face of
poopie, I play with a couple of different singer/songwriter types who (a) put the capo on the wrong place and launch into a song or (b) just announce some new song I've never heard before at the gig and start playing. My job is to keep up.
DJ is playing some Nickleback and Mustang Sally is the first song on the set list.
Simple. Waiting for the lead vocalist to arrive.
And thinking "Wouldn't it be great to be kicking back in a boat right now!"
They keep loosing power in the middle of a song.
That damn fuse box!
I could never understand how a venue not fix those things....
…concentration getting the drunk guitarists guitar to levitate.
“The guitar player has again lost all the picks I previously gave him and needs another one.”
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