I wish I could say this was a totally original never happened to anyone before story. But, I doubt, that's the case. My band was booked to play a bar attached to a faux upscale seafood restaurant. We agreed with the booking manager at the bar that there would be a 3 dollar cover charge and that the house was going to provide someone at the door. We were told that there would be an opening band and that we would hit the stage sometime between 9-930 depending on how they were doing. I sent an email to tell him when we were arriving and confirming the approximate time. He wrote back and said that there was no longer going to be an opening band, he had a gig himself that night 30 miles away and wouldn't be there and that if it looks lame at the venue we don't have to play but would get some free drinks. I had a small group of friends coming bc it was a few towns over so we decided that we were going to play regardless. Shortly after we started setting up some hippy folks came into the bar section and asked when the band were coming on. I was pretty psyched bc those folks are our base outside of friends and family. I talked to them for a few moments. Once I finished chatting, I had this grand illusion that other people wearing Guatmalan print pants would be arriving to hear us play. No such luck. My friends and family showed up and we ripped into our first song. The hippy couple and someone who worked in another part of the established approached us about feedback from the house pa system. There was this akward pause were we weren't playing and my guitarist was getting defensive about the feedback reiterating to folks that it wasn't our PA and saying "how's that, is that better?" and then hearing someone respond "a little but i still hear it...it's really really bad." I'm a very nervous person by nature...and Im standing there like a &*$%#@! idiot holding by bass looking back and forth until we get it fixed, sort of. I felt pretty good once we played my favorite upbeat bluesy funk tune...but, i really felt like i was playing into a vacuum when we played our slow tripped out songs. They're great songs but it's really hard to gauge how it sounds and what people are thinking when there's only 10 people in the place. It was so bizarre. After the show, surprisingly, everyone said they loved it. I thought my friends and family were just trying to be nice. But one guy actually told my wife that he thought we were awesome and signed up on our email list. It's only our second gig so we were pretty psyched about that. My father in law recorded the show on video and I couldn't believe how good it sounded. Have you guys ever had that experience of feeling like u sound awful but it was really good? I learned a few lessons... I think we will be slightly more selective with where we gig and try to make sure they have someone who's responsible for their gear.