From reading this thread I've learnt that I missed out on a ton of fun stuff not being alive in the 80s...
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Weirdest offerings at a gig
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I've had several shows where people put things on me. I've worn things from leopard print boas to cowboy hats with American flags emblazoned on the brim. About half the time they forget they gave them to me and leave without coming back for them. I have a box with some of this stuff in it.
That is a V4B and an 8x10
No, No, and No.
The hair was hereditary, the P and the V4B were stupidity.
Late 70's, early 80's. Had a couple that would come to almost every show. The guy was an aspiring bass player and some how both him and his wife got the idea that I was the best bass player they ever heard. The guys wife was a drop dead gorgeous red-head, and he let it be known through some mutual acquaintances within the band, that I could have her.........as long as he got to watch. I did not take them up on their offer.
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The bass player equivalent of eating the heart of your foe to gain there courage.
Played an outdoor birthday party where the caterer came onstage and started feeding the band grilled sausage with peppers and cheese...while we were playing some Earth, Wind and Fire tunes.
Smoked salmon (Local)
we all got filled subway club cards for a free footlong
I got a winterhat/ scarf thing that was hand knitted during the event we played from locally raised sheep,
everyone else got something hand knitted,
Our regular pay plus tokens that we asked yet people knew nothing about... tokens to the vibrating beds that were in our rooms. everyone used the tokens at some point in the night, they were so fricken loud we all got little to no sleep yet could not help but laugh each time we heard one start up.
we all got filled subway club cards for a free footlong
I got a winterhat/ scarf thing that was hand knitted during the event we played from locally raised sheep,
everyone else got something hand knitted,
Our regular pay plus tokens that we asked yet people knew nothing about... tokens to the vibrating beds that were in our rooms. everyone used the tokens at some point in the night, they were so fricken loud we all got little to no sleep yet could not help but laugh each time we heard one start up.
My old Gospel band played a Sat night church gig in a town about 20 miles up the road. Not the first time we played there but it may have been a year since the last time. I think they were going to feed us afterward. After the program, while we were tearing down, two different middle aged women offered whole cakes they had baked to our apparently irresistible 20-year old drummer within a minute or so of each other. So there he sat with two cakes while the rest of us were left to keep on working.
Another down-the-road gig we played on a flatbed at a church festival on a hot summer afternoon. Our drummer this time was a fellow in his late 30's. We were all sweating like pigs while he sat behind us with two teenage cuties fanning him. Needless to say, he looked quite pleased with the situation. Me? I usually don't get offered anything but advice.
Another down-the-road gig we played on a flatbed at a church festival on a hot summer afternoon. Our drummer this time was a fellow in his late 30's. We were all sweating like pigs while he sat behind us with two teenage cuties fanning him. Needless to say, he looked quite pleased with the situation. Me? I usually don't get offered anything but advice.
Great stories, guys! I've played in the same band for over 11 years and we've had just about everything you could imagine offered to us! The strangest for me, personally, would be some poetry about my fingers, a self portrait from a lovely girl I barely knew and wasn't going to date, and the requisite handful of passes to a local strip club-we went and they played one of our songs for the girls to, um, dance to...that was a bit surreal, but cool, in a weird, not-sure-what-to-do-with-my-hands kinda way. 
Hmmm, maybe he just wanted to buy your shirt so he could wring it out into a glass and drink your sweat?
Got a b*** j** side stage while playing "don't stop believing" once.
You guys have all had some really insane experiences that i would have loved to be a part of (not the offerings just being there at the time to take mental notes of our faces) but i believe i have something of a unique story on this front. Im from Pakistan where the musical society is lacking at best and there is not much going on here, regardless we all know it only takes 1 to groove on bass... SO here goes the story:
A couple of friends put together a farewell gig for us musicians and the set list consisted of Tool and APC. This was my 3rd official gig and i was still relatively new to being a musician. The setting for the gig was a quite womens college located conveniently next to a mosque (Islamic). We proceeded with our set list and ended with a bang on the song The Pot by Tool. Half way through the song, i noticed a bunch of fundo's (really devoted muslim preachers and speakers ) flood into the crowd. Atleast 20 of them wearing plain white clothing, sporting beards long enough to conceal half my drummers setup. They patiently waited till the song ended and as the crowd cleared out they made their way onto the stage where we were packing up and getting ready to go get our sandwich on (how i met your mother reference). The leader (obviously the one with the biggest beard) offered for all of us (left over crowd included) to join them next door in the mosque for a special preaching segment on how music leads to unforgiving problems and societal issues.
Being the dick that i am, i interrupted the community figure with the sweet sounds of slapping (the bass) at which point he gave me that dirty look (im 100% sure you guys know it) and carried his little platoon back to the stone age.
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A couple of friends put together a farewell gig for us musicians and the set list consisted of Tool and APC. This was my 3rd official gig and i was still relatively new to being a musician. The setting for the gig was a quite womens college located conveniently next to a mosque (Islamic). We proceeded with our set list and ended with a bang on the song The Pot by Tool. Half way through the song, i noticed a bunch of fundo's (really devoted muslim preachers and speakers ) flood into the crowd. Atleast 20 of them wearing plain white clothing, sporting beards long enough to conceal half my drummers setup. They patiently waited till the song ended and as the crowd cleared out they made their way onto the stage where we were packing up and getting ready to go get our sandwich on (how i met your mother reference). The leader (obviously the one with the biggest beard) offered for all of us (left over crowd included) to join them next door in the mosque for a special preaching segment on how music leads to unforgiving problems and societal issues.
Being the dick that i am, i interrupted the community figure with the sweet sounds of slapping (the bass) at which point he gave me that dirty look (im 100% sure you guys know it) and carried his little platoon back to the stone age.
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I had just finished playing and was talking to my wife when a woman approached us, said she had a hotel room nearby and wanted to know what my plans were for the rest of the night. I politely said that I was going home with my wife. She then asked about the guitar playing. I pointed to him and said "he's over there with his wife, why don't you go ask him". When she walked away my wife asked how often that happens. I replied "Not often enough or once too often. It really depends on your point of view".
In the early 80s, we were the house band at a popular rock club. We were playing New Year's Eve and the club provided champagne and gave a noise maker and a Hawaiian style Lei to everyone. When the clock struck midnight, 3 women came to the stage. One stood in fromt of the guitarist, one in front of the lead singer and one in front of me. They motioned for us to bend over. They each proceeded to place the Lei over our heads. As the women was placing it over my head she said "with any luck this isn't the only lay you'll be getting tonight. Apparently, the other women said the same thing to the other guys.
My band just played a large outdoor festival over the weekend and we had lots of people ask for picks, drum sticks, autographs and pictures. One girl asked for an autograph but didn't have a piece of paper or anything else so I asked her what she would like us to sign. She smiled and said "I want you to sign ME!"
In the early 80s, we were the house band at a popular rock club. We were playing New Year's Eve and the club provided champagne and gave a noise maker and a Hawaiian style Lei to everyone. When the clock struck midnight, 3 women came to the stage. One stood in fromt of the guitarist, one in front of the lead singer and one in front of me. They motioned for us to bend over. They each proceeded to place the Lei over our heads. As the women was placing it over my head she said "with any luck this isn't the only lay you'll be getting tonight. Apparently, the other women said the same thing to the other guys.
My band just played a large outdoor festival over the weekend and we had lots of people ask for picks, drum sticks, autographs and pictures. One girl asked for an autograph but didn't have a piece of paper or anything else so I asked her what she would like us to sign. She smiled and said "I want you to sign ME!"
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This is the reason I have a Sharpie in my gig bag. Not that it's ever happened, but it pays to be prepared.
Even the most adamant slap bass hater would agree that this was an appropriate use of slap. Well done, sir!
