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Weird post gig interactions
- Thread starter Verb the Noun
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I've got another wierd crowd interaction from the same venue:
Around the same time, around '97 or '98, I went to this same venue to see "who was playing" - as one of my favorite local guitarslingers often played or sat in with the various jam/funk bands that used to play there often at the time.
Well, there was no band that night, and I found the stage actually was actually folded back up into the wall, which conveniently landed more floor-space. Since the place was fairly crowded, and my younger cousin was there working as a bar-back, I decided to just grab a beer before heading out. Being an avid people watcher, I notice these 2 "local" bearded (before they were in-style) and longish-haired "gentlemen" having a fairly heated but under control conversation. They finally seem to agree to disagree or something like that and eventually separated... In about another minute or so, a "local" 40-50 year old woman approaches one of the aforementioned men and starts yelling while waving her finger in his face: "well you motha****er...!!!"
At that instant, the two men reconvene with fists, and THE ENTIRE BAR erupts into a bar melee! Fists, feet, chairs... Bottles being hurled randomly at anybody and everybody. I ran behind the bar to hide with the bartender, "Georgine", yet peak up every so often to witness glass flying everywhere and people wailing on each other. Against that aftorementioned stage, now standing upright as a wall is a large man in fetal position on the floor begging like a baby of another large man whom is repeatEdly KICKING HIM IN THE HEAD, with blood splattering against the stage-wall with each head-blow, "please... Stop... Please..!" And I'm now standing behind this atrocity, jaw dropped in shock because I've never seen such violence as a 25 year old (now called "Millennials")... Before I could do or say anything, the place empties out en masse, seconds before the cops arrive.
See what happens when there's no live music?
I've got another wierd crowd interaction from the same venue:
Around the same time, around '97 or '98, I went to this same venue to see "who was playing" - as one of my favorite local guitarslingers often played or sat in with the various jam/funk bands that used to play there often at the time.
Well, there was no band that night, and I found the stage actually was actually folded back up into the wall, which conveniently landed more floor-space. Since the place was fairly crowded, and my younger cousin was there working as a bar-back, I decided to just grab a beer before heading out. Being an avid people watcher, I notice these 2 "local" bearded (before they were in-style) and longish-haired "gentlemen" having a fairly heated but under control conversation. They finally seem to agree to disagree or something like that and eventually separated... In about another minute or so, a "local" 40-50 year old woman approaches one of the aforementioned men and starts yelling while waving her finger in his face: "well you motha****er...!!!"
At that instant, the two men reconvene with fists, and THE ENTIRE BAR erupts into a bar melee! Fists, feet, chairs... Bottles being hurled randomly at anybody and everybody. I ran behind the bar to hide with the bartender, "Georgine", yet peak up every so often to witness glass flying everywhere and people wailing on each other. Against that aftorementioned stage, now standing upright as a wall is a large man in fetal position on the floor begging like a baby of another large man whom is repeatEdly KICKING HIM IN THE HEAD, with blood splattering against the stage-wall with each head-blow, "please... Stop... Please..!" And I'm now standing behind this atrocity, jaw dropped in shock because I've never seen such violence as a 25 year old (now called "Millennials")... Before I could do or say anything, the place empties out en masse, seconds before the cops arrive.
See what happens when there's no live music?
Something about that place!
Haven’t been there in about 20 years - I wonder how much if any has changed. :/
Was there last Friday night to see my friend's new band. Same dive bar but pretty mellow crowd with good music. No fights or bottles flying.
Prior to that I haven't been there in over 20 years.
Prior to that I haven't been there in over 20 years.
same thing except the drunk said we should play some queensriech
I think that's misspelled. Dont be too harsh on me I'm easily b $$! Hurt
I looked it up. Queensryche.
With two dots above the "y" but my phone won't do that.
And I don't blame you for misspelling that.
Try pressing and holding on the letters most similar to what you want. Y in this case will give you ÿ on many mobile keyboards.
I used to tell girls I was gay when they were hitting on me (telling them I was married only made them want it more for some reason). Anyway , I had to stop that when the gay guys started hitting on me.
#1
I was playing in an original band led my my girlfriend, who then became my ex-girlfriend. When we broke up I stayed in her band. When she started sleeping with the (married) guitarist she must have decided I needed to go (I knew his wife). An oddly-mannered guy started coming to our gigs, watching me closely. My ex eventually manufactured an excuse to get rid of me, causing the drummer to quit in solidarity (I did not ask him to do this or to take sides). A couple of months later the ex-drummer and I decide to drop in on a gig. There was the oddly-mannered guy, playing bass in my old spot. Problem is he never took the time to learn my bass lines, so he only played the root notes, while trying to follow what I assume were chord charts on sheets of paper. He was terrible.
#2
A local woman known as Whiskey Peg (which tells you all you need to know) got into an argument with our bass drum in the middle of a song. She glared at it angrily, shook her finger at it and kept yelling something. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I'm pretty sure the drum won the argument.
I was playing in an original band led my my girlfriend, who then became my ex-girlfriend. When we broke up I stayed in her band. When she started sleeping with the (married) guitarist she must have decided I needed to go (I knew his wife). An oddly-mannered guy started coming to our gigs, watching me closely. My ex eventually manufactured an excuse to get rid of me, causing the drummer to quit in solidarity (I did not ask him to do this or to take sides). A couple of months later the ex-drummer and I decide to drop in on a gig. There was the oddly-mannered guy, playing bass in my old spot. Problem is he never took the time to learn my bass lines, so he only played the root notes, while trying to follow what I assume were chord charts on sheets of paper. He was terrible.
#2
A local woman known as Whiskey Peg (which tells you all you need to know) got into an argument with our bass drum in the middle of a song. She glared at it angrily, shook her finger at it and kept yelling something. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I'm pretty sure the drum won the argument.
I clicked like on your post but wanted to clarify that I am not hitting on you.
seriously we play a 3 or 4 hour gig and there is always some drunkard asking why we are already done and wondering why we don't want to set back up and play a song just for him.
Downtown 6th college bar. A real dive. During second set break two hot young college girls are looking at me like a pork chop and telling me they like the way I move. I got to admit even though I am the lead singer and absolutley fearless on stage -girls hitting on me like that seem to turn me into Cpt Awkward (also doesnt help I am sober). I mumbled that I had to go talk to someone.
CPT AWKWARD OUT!
CPT AWKWARD OUT!
I know what you mean, Captain. I’m all bravado till the goods are in front of me. Then I run away. But I’m old fat and married now so it doesn’t matter anyway.
As the man said, life is lived forward and understood backward.
It’s also true that many of us have stage personas. Mine is much more confident than the regular me.
The only "weird" interaction was apparently with a guy who wanted my spot. I didn't know that at the time, but after second set at a show at at semi-local bar, I was walking outside to have a beer and chat it up with people, and as I was walking through the threshold of the door, a kinda tall guy squared up towards me and said something along the lines of, "Hey... Hey, you wanna know what I'd do differently up there?...". I remember I stopped, kinda chuckled, and continued walking.
He may have had some legitimate tip for me. Maybe my EQ was WAY off and I couldn't tell, or maybe I could be using more efficiency in my movements over the fretboard. I'm not sure, but in the moment, I was annoyed (borderline offended) by his inquisition and decided not to respond.
The BL apparently witnessed the interaction, told me not to sweat it, and that the guy who said it had been trying to join for the past couple of years.
Don't know if that could be considered "weird", but I certainly wouldn't call it a normal interaction...
Was I being an ass for ghosting him?
Or was he being an ass for even having said that to me in the middle of our show?
He may have had some legitimate tip for me. Maybe my EQ was WAY off and I couldn't tell, or maybe I could be using more efficiency in my movements over the fretboard. I'm not sure, but in the moment, I was annoyed (borderline offended) by his inquisition and decided not to respond.
The BL apparently witnessed the interaction, told me not to sweat it, and that the guy who said it had been trying to join for the past couple of years.
Don't know if that could be considered "weird", but I certainly wouldn't call it a normal interaction...
Was I being an ass for ghosting him?
Or was he being an ass for even having said that to me in the middle of our show?
nah. Unless it's someone you know or know of offering unsolicited advice why would their opinion hold any value?
True, in my playing days I already knew what was wrong. That's why I practiced a lot.
