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Thunderbird Club

And another story. My brother played in an alt-country band some years ago. The BL/singer/songwriter was a fall-down drunk and complete womanizer. I don't know how he managed to attract women, but he did all the time. They had a fiddle player for a while who was a blond bombshell, and also completely nuts. She could fool you into thinking she was sane, but it was only a matter of time before something would happen. It was inevitable that BL and crazy fiddle player would eventually get together, and they did. It was also inevitable that they would have some kind of messy breakup, and they did. After all that drama, she showed up at one of their gigs in a bar in the Ballard neighborhood. Veronica and others who know Seattle will know there are a bunch of bars there with music, and they can be a little wooly at times. All was well at this show for a while. The band had the crazy fiddle player come up for a couple songs, which she did and life was good. After the band was done, BL was sitting somewhere and a woman came over and started getting affectionate. I don't think he even knew her. Crazy fiddle player took offense, and a complete brawl between the two women broke out. I wasn't there, but my brother said there were flying chairs and all kinds of mayhem for a short time. Country days and country nights, I guess. Apparently somebody restored order pretty fast and the cops never came. Crazy fiddle player didn't see any issues about what had just happened.

I wasn't at that show, but sure would have been amused to see it. Knowing all of the actors in the drama is what would have made it especially good. Crazy fiddle player didn't beat the slobbers out of BL, even though he pretty much deserved it. And was probably too drunk to defend himself anyway.
Wow. I wonder if it was like the girl scout bar fight in Airplane.
 
So, how often does the lawyer kick you under the table? I work that out during our prep conference. If I kick you twice, you ask to take a break. Then you’ll be taken to the woodshed. It will not be pleasant.
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yep….we once had a drummer throw a drum stick at a guitarist because he was yawning onstage (full house)…..the guitarist freaked out and wiggled a monitor loose from the ceiling that inevitably landed on top of the drummer’s brand new DW kit who jumped over the kit and got the the guitarist in a headlock all mid set………. needless to say, the establishment (was kind enough) paid us for the remaining 2 months of the contract (by law didn’t have to) and sent us on our merry way……can’t write this stuff….z

Too bad it wasn't a punk band. Perfect theater for punk.
 
I thought the 90’s belonged to Seattle.
Which brings up a thought - if the 70’s (mid and on) belonged to disco, and the 80’s belonged to big hair bands and glam, and the 90’s to Alt and grunge, what did the 00’s and teens and 20’s belong to? I can’t think of any real dominant defining genres for those periods.

Indie for those who liked music. A piece of crap for those who didn’t.

I think it was all over the map. Some years belonged to Indie, some to Beyonce, some to Taylor Swift, etc.

Today's scene reminds me a bit of the 60s, other than radio being a big joke for the most part. Lots of styles of rock co-existing. Maybe these are the times of the big, diverse festivals.
 
It's 'cos yer the "local band". When our group worked at a hotel on Miami Beach, we were better and more versatile than outta town bands that would be booked in one of the other rooms. But they got more $$-and rooms-'cos they were from N.Y.(or wherever). A lotta venue managers seem to think that all the 'good' bands come from somewhere else.:banghead:

I was wondering if that's the issue.
 
I think it was all over the map. Some years belonged to Indie, some to Beyonce, some to Taylor Swift, etc.

Today's scene reminds me a bit of the 60s, other than radio being a big joke for the most part. Lots of styles of rock co-existing. Maybe these are the times of the big, diverse festivals.
In the sixties you could hear music on the radio and then decide decide if you liked it. You would buy the 45 or the album. Now you can’t. I am not and and never was an Elton John fan. But if he were to come along today, I suspect he would languish in obscurity.
 
So, how often does the lawyer kick you under the table? I work that out during our prep conference. If I kick you twice, you ask to take a break. Then you’ll be taken to the woodshed. It will not be pleasant.
That is from a motorcycle buddy who was a public defender. He was also the most insane street rider I have ever been out with. And a bit of a hot-head. We would do things in traffic that I just have to shake my head about now. It was a little like Fear and Loathing, except without chemical alterations.
 
It would take "dueling guitars" to a whole new level.

Now I'm seeing "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" three-way pistol standoff between Allen Collins, Gary Rossington, and Ed King. Maybe halfway through "Mississippi Kid"...

I got my pistols in my pocket boys I'm
I'm Alabama bound
(Allen, dancing around, knocks Ed into Gary, who runs into Leon)
I got my pistols in my pocket boys I'm
I'm Alabama bound
(Gary, bouncing off the immovable object that is Leon, stumbles back into Ed, who falls onto Allen, stepping on Ronnie's toe)
Well I'm not looking for no trouble
But nobody dogs me 'round
(Ronnie shoves Allen. Ed sees him coming, has had enough, draws a pistol, followed immediately by Allen and Gary doing the same. The rest of the band keeps playing and singing as if this is perfectly normal.. The pistol-wielding guitar players slowly move in a circle to simulate the camera pan from the movie. At the end of the song, all three shoot and smoke fills the stage. A random roadie staggers out and falls by the wedges, taking Ronnie's mic stand with him. As fake paramedics cart the "dead" roadie off, Ronnie explains that the next song is actually about having hit records, not projectiles, and the band tears into "Give Me Back My Bullets".)
 
That is from a motorcycle buddy who was a public defender. He was also the most insane street rider I have ever been out with. And a bit of a hot-head. We would do things in traffic that I just have to shake my head about now. It was a little like Fear and Loathing, except without chemical alterations.

That doesn't sound familiar at all. Oh, no.
 

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