6. Putting no thought into how you present yourself on stage. I'm not saying to dress up in matching monkey suits, but I just don't dig it when people look like they got off their day gig at Wal-mart. I know others will disagree.
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6. Putting no thought into how you present yourself on stage. I'm not saying to dress up in matching monkey suits, but I just don't dig it when people look like they got off their day gig at Wal-mart. I know others will disagree.
wonkey cat,
I will match your sex on fire and raise you, anything played by kings of leon is painful.
Jonyak said:I sometimes wonder what you guys actualy like about playing.
How about the 3-4 slutty, drunk and not as hot as they think they are- girls who hang out and smoke cigarettes by the load out door at the end of the night?
Go home.
people hate enough as it is. if there is one thing Ive learned from gigging over the past 9 years its live and let live. All of you here who are criticizing your local bands are guilty of some pet peeve that someone else abhors. Get over yourselves.
Singers telling the story behind every song.Just play it!
One of my (original) bands tends to do this. It may be interesting to you and maybe two people in the crowd, but you aren't James Taylor...let me echo, just play it!!
jp58,
I am a bar manager who hears that songs 20 times a day on the juke box. When the live band plays it while I am working, I feel like banging my head against the fridge doors...it is more of a personal dislike for kings of leon than anything due to it's songs being drilled into my brain.
Cheers,
Jordan
i hate when they're playing and i'm not.
Slutty 6's and 7's on the 10 scale waiting after the gig...I did have to fight a few of them off when I backed an acoustic player at a coffee house gig...
We must adhere to our standards, lest cannibalism ensue (in the form of gnawing your arm off to escape the bed of such a beast the next morning).