They were not yet connected and she stepped on them where the jack was connected to the cable.How can stepping on cords destroy them?
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They were not yet connected and she stepped on them where the jack was connected to the cable.How can stepping on cords destroy them?
...Punch line: he calls me yesterday and askes me to join as permanent bass player!
I go the next day to get my gear and my bass is in the manager's office...
I was asked to sub in a popular country-ish cover band. These guys play regionally and open for larger touring acts. I've seen them a few times and they are quite good. So I said yes. I get the play list and actually listen to all the original recordings. I run through the bass parts at home. I make charts. This is more work than I have ever done for a sub gig and that's only because the material is mostly new and I'm not familiar with it.
Now, these guys use IEM's. I know because I ran sound for them once. So I call the BL and ask if I need to bring my own buds or what. His answer was "we have four body packs, so yeah you could do that". But it's a six piece band, so I ask if they have a wedge to throw on the floor for me and he says "sure".
Fast forward to gig night. It's at a tiny club that has horrible acoustics. A small PA with only vocals in the mains would have been perfect. But, no, these superstars bring towers and subs, etc. And they're late. Everything seems about set-up except for my monitor. I ask BL about it, he asks sound guy, and sound guy says "it's broken". But they drag out a crappy powered wedge anyway. It IS def broken. About this time the drummer wants to know where his monitor is. BTW, it's the drummer's second gig with the band.
Monitor doesn't work, drummer doesn't have one at all. I can hear NOTHING. Drummer can't either. He's young and a little green and his reaction is to bash the hell out of everything. I trudge through the first set and tell myself that we'll get it straightend out on break.
Second set: still no monitors for me and Animal. But now, everyone else's IEM's are crapping out. I'm getting steamed. At one point, half the band is playing one song and half the band another.
A break is hastily called and I walk out the door and drive home. Not proud, but there it is.
I go the next day to get my gear and my bass is in the manager's office with a note on it that says I owe $40 for my tab. Never had my bass held for ransom before!
Anyway, I saw the BL the other night and we shook hands, all cool.
Punch line: he calls me yesterday and askes me to join as permanent bass player!
HUH? I'd have told her I wanted DOUBLE the pay for having put up with them all night. Not a chance I'd leave MY share with the crappy BL.This past NYE I wanted to walk out---the band was soooo bad. However--when the gig ended I packed my gear and told the BL I don't want the pay and moved on. She asked why--I told her we were not professional and didn't deserve pay (Truthfully--I was professional but was so angry it was the only way I could express myself kindly). Oddly--she has asked me to play again---I said NO.
I hear ya man ... there's nothing worse than the keys playing a Csus2 over the rhythm guitar's Bbm7 while I'm hammering a F# root ... yikes!Stepping on chords is a bitch. I try not to do it, and hate it when others do that to me.
We all are waiting for what the $40 of booze is about...