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Weirdest offerings at a gig

#42
MrLenny1 said:
Wow, a Jeep.
We were given lobsters at an outdoor BBQ.
Not weird but different & really appreciated.
"A Gig ain't a Gig unless you get fed".
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I think He really wanted it gone. (Yep I guy had that title...and was the indirect owner of the other stuff:rolleyes: )

I was young and felt really odd about calling him back about the stuff, so I just left the belongs on his porch.
 
#44
pgullo64 said:
Just a couple of weeks ago we were playing at a wedding at a Farmhouse on Long Island (Not many farmhouses left in suburbia BTW) We got a Dozen farm fresh eggs from the chickens out back as a tip. Still not sure what the message was - they seemed real proud of those chickens.
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I would say the message depends on how they delivered those eggs:
Presented in a cute wicker basket - good
Hurled in your direction individually - not so good.
Applied to your vehicles in the parking lot - bad.
 
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Once I was playing an out of town gig, my wife was with me. During one of the breaks I go and sit next to her at the bar. There's this girl sitting on the other side of me, I realize we both know her from our hometown a few years back.

I say hi, and talk to her for a minute, my wife doesn't notice. Eventually this girl says, "after your done playing you wanna go play in the hot tub at my place?" I lean back, get my wife's attention, and say, "hey look who it is. She live up here now. wanna go to her place an soak in the hot tub after we're done here?"

Unfortunately, she, (my wife, I'm sure the other girl would have been) wasn't game.
 
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#46
Remyd said:
The verse is about being eaten by "sharks" (really based on a operatic murderer, but in this context S&M, um, practitioners).

I've heard that the, um, most skilled of them can make the "scarlet" billow with appropriate diligence. And if scarlet liquids are involved, billowing all over the place, one should certainly wear gloves to avoid a trace of red. Safety first!

song history: http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/2155/whats-the-story-behind-mack-the-knife
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Thanks for the clarification... I don't think I understand S&M now though. I could see Ol' Blue Eyes in Vegas and leathers but I didn't think they made people bleed everywhere :wideyed:
 
#47
was at a gig & this dude says "it's my wife's birthday & I told she could have anything she wanted & she wants you" oh man where they NOT attractive.

other than that I have had quite a few people try to give me drugs.
 
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jnuts1 said:
was at a gig & this dude says "it's my wife's birthday & I told she could have anything she wanted & she wants you" oh man where they NOT attractive.
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Does it count if it was at somebody else's gig? Had the same exact come-on from a guy at a rockabilly show once, but they were both ugly as sin and the lady was a bit forward with the grabby-grabby. I was pretty glad to pass on that one.
 
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samson3382 said:
Once I was playing an out of town gig, my wife was with me. During one of the breaks I go and sit next to her at the bar. There's this girl sitting on the other side of me, I realize we both know her from our hometown a few years back.

I say hi, and talk to her for a minute, my wife doesn't notice. Eventually this girl says, "after your done playing you wanna go play in the hot tub at my place?" I lean back, get my wife's attention, and say, "hey look who it is. She live up here now. wanna go to her place an soak in the hot tub after we're done here?"

Unfortunately, she, (my wife, I'm sure the other girl would have been) wasn't game.
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Unfortunately nothing.

You would've paid for that experience, about a thousand different ways.
 
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#51
Had a guy offer to manage the band. Said he played in a band I might have heard of called "Yes". I don't recall Yes having a drunk American keyboard player, so not sure who he was. He said that the only catch to him managing the band was that we had to allow him to play keyboards. The band decided to remain manager-less, lol.
 
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#52
tbasstreble11 said:
I love Sinatra but this went over my head - care to enlighten me? I'm looking up song meanings after I post this
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It's from "Mack the Knife." Kurt Weil/Bertolt Brecht. I think most folks consider the Louis Armstrong version as definitive - Louis's vocals and sweet, swingy trumpet solo perfectly express the contradiction between an upbeat melody with ascending modulations, and an ugly ugly survey of the human spirit.

As for the weirdest thing from a gig? Other than sex, drugs, food and liquor, I'd have to go with some of the peculiar "uniforms" that flourished on the Disco, R&B and Latin circuits in the 70's. At one time I had TWO different electric-blue tuxedos sitting in my closet, from two different bands, along with a couple of bizarre polyester jumpsuits and an assortment of loud shirts made from some horrible synthetic material. Those jumpsuits were execrable - our poor drummer was a heavy, heavy guy who hit hard through several sets of pulsing disco, R&B and fusion - he needed one or two of us to help him peel off that sweat-soaked sheet of polyester at the end of most gigs.

Gotta add the most pathetic band uniforms ever seen - there was a porno star named Andrea True who had a disco hit - "More, more more, how do you like your love?" Her poor band wore jeans and white tee shirts that said "Andrea True Connection" on the front, and the band member's first name on the back. Shades of the Mickey Mouse Club! Of course, there I was in a red polyester jump suit with a white treble clef stitched across my heart - who am I to talk?
 
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Countless offers, "hey I should sing in your band." Right, you'll freeze the second you hear your voice through the monitor for the first time.

I play in two bands that occasionally play this bar in a nearby small town. For a while, every time I played there would be the one deadhead hippy guy in the town. Didn't really have any friends, he was usually on acid whenever I saw him. Always amazed and mystified by everything we would play. He somehow singled me out, and was always trying to get me to join his trip. No matter how many times, or how carefully, I would decline, he would get all weirded out and paranoid that he asked the wrong guy. I would reassure him that i couldn't care less, I'm just at work. I've got a lot of stories about just that guy.
 
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I was in a blues band playing the Black Cat in Schenectady and a dude kept coming up to me and insisting I was too good for that group, and that I should join his Stryper cover band. He tried to get my number in the middle of a song...

I also have a pizza story:

I was in a group called The Same Four that had an uberfan in the form of this total hippy dude who came to all our shows and worshipped us (we were good, but not THAT good, seriously). One day he said he was bringing us pizza, which was pretty awesome, we thought. He shows up with a pizza box that's obviously been sitting around for a while; there were grease and sauce stains all over the outside. The pizza? It was cold leftovers of like three different ones.

"Are these old?"

"Not really, the sausage slices have only been in my fridge since Monday, the cheese ones are from last week, and the sausage and peppers are from yesterday."

Yeah.

[ETA: wow, two hippy dude stories in a row!!]
 
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Joebone said:
It's from "Mack the Knife." Kurt Weil/Bertolt Brecht. I think most folks consider the Louis Armstrong version as definitive - Louis's vocals and sweet, swingy trumpet solo perfectly express the contradiction between an upbeat melody with ascending modulations, and an ugly ugly survey of the human spirit.

As for the weirdest thing from a gig? Other than sex, drugs, food and liquor, I'd have to go with some of the peculiar "uniforms" that flourished on the Disco, R&B and Latin circuits in the 70's. At one time I had TWO different electric-blue tuxedos sitting in my closet, from two different bands, along with a couple of bizarre polyester jumpsuits and an assortment of loud shirts made from some horrible synthetic material. Those jumpsuits were execrable - our poor drummer was a heavy, heavy guy who hit hard through several sets of pulsing disco, R&B and fusion - he needed one or two of us to help him peel off that sweat-soaked sheet of polyester at the end of most gigs.

Gotta add the most pathetic band uniforms ever seen - there was a porno star named Andrea True who had a disco hit - "More, more more, how do you like your love?" Her poor band wore jeans and white tee shirts that said "Andrea True Connection" on the front, and the band member's first name on the back. Shades of the Mickey Mouse Club! Of course, there I was in a red polyester jump suit with a white treble clef stitched across my heart - who am I to talk?
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Did you really have to bring that up? I spent years surpressing the memory of polyester jump suits and loud print rayon/polyester shirts. Oh, and there were the platform shoes and the Fro hairdos.

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