Guys,
Just got back home from an NYE "gig". Supposed to be one of the biggest paydays of the year, right?
The band shouted from the rooftops on the social media sites, etc., even raffling off a Vegas trip to some lucky patron.
This venue was one the band has played before, pretty well attended. It's directly across from a NBA arena.
It apparently closed it's doors for invite only tickets. Two buddies of the drummer's wife showed. After a halfhearted, and disastorous soundcheck, we packed up, rang in 2011 at the empty bar. I couldn't look the owner in the face.
We're not Yes. The singer has some pipes, and the drummer knows what he's doing albiet on an eletronic kit that I can't get behind at all. The guitarists have mile wide pedalboards that just sound craptactular. Our keyboardist is cute as hell, tho. I took this on a lark during some downtime, and to be clear, I'm no Squire myself, and I found I've lost better opportunities because of this commitment.
Between the sonic misadventures, and technical glitches (in ear monitors for the drums, anyone?), I'm hoping this will be the event that gets the stars out of a couple of our band guys eyes and may put the final nail in this coffin.
Wouldn't you think that the person that booked this and the venue woud have communicated on the amount of tickets sold, and have cancelled the gig if attendance was single-freakin-digits? Although it was a balmy 60 degrees for January, no real walk up crowd was to be expected.
Gig went something like this:
6:00-8:00 Haul in, connect 6 miles of cables, rig light truss (thought Triumph was in town).
8:00-9:00 Tweak connections, reposition gear, endless guitar noodling, grab a bite to eat, notice the place is utterly empty.
9:00-10:00 Monitors won't work, wait, someone didn't run power to them. OK, power on, they sound like crap. We can't hear the electronic drums. A mic on the guitar amp is clipping the board. What tuning are we in for this? I need to know if I'm strapping on the std, the E flat, or the drop D...
10:00 Late again, soundcheck time. Hey, lets do a song only one guitarist and the drummer knows. The singer's got about half of it, and we're not playing it tonight anyway. The drum in-ear monitors sound like hell. The three people that are here aren't going to like this very much.
10:20 Guys, take a look. The only ones here are us, the singer's & drummer's wife's and two of their peeps. Let's not forget to mention a very pissed-off looking proprietor and his staff. I'm thinking my odds for that Vegas trip just went way up.
10:30-12:30 Shutdown. Loadout. I'm thinking the only thing more depressing than seeing Dick Clark do his thing now (although I applaud him for doing it) is seeing R. Seacrest next to him.
Happy New Year, my bottom end brethren.
Just got back home from an NYE "gig". Supposed to be one of the biggest paydays of the year, right?
The band shouted from the rooftops on the social media sites, etc., even raffling off a Vegas trip to some lucky patron.
This venue was one the band has played before, pretty well attended. It's directly across from a NBA arena.
It apparently closed it's doors for invite only tickets. Two buddies of the drummer's wife showed. After a halfhearted, and disastorous soundcheck, we packed up, rang in 2011 at the empty bar. I couldn't look the owner in the face.
We're not Yes. The singer has some pipes, and the drummer knows what he's doing albiet on an eletronic kit that I can't get behind at all. The guitarists have mile wide pedalboards that just sound craptactular. Our keyboardist is cute as hell, tho. I took this on a lark during some downtime, and to be clear, I'm no Squire myself, and I found I've lost better opportunities because of this commitment.
Between the sonic misadventures, and technical glitches (in ear monitors for the drums, anyone?), I'm hoping this will be the event that gets the stars out of a couple of our band guys eyes and may put the final nail in this coffin.
Wouldn't you think that the person that booked this and the venue woud have communicated on the amount of tickets sold, and have cancelled the gig if attendance was single-freakin-digits? Although it was a balmy 60 degrees for January, no real walk up crowd was to be expected.
Gig went something like this:
6:00-8:00 Haul in, connect 6 miles of cables, rig light truss (thought Triumph was in town).
8:00-9:00 Tweak connections, reposition gear, endless guitar noodling, grab a bite to eat, notice the place is utterly empty.
9:00-10:00 Monitors won't work, wait, someone didn't run power to them. OK, power on, they sound like crap. We can't hear the electronic drums. A mic on the guitar amp is clipping the board. What tuning are we in for this? I need to know if I'm strapping on the std, the E flat, or the drop D...
10:00 Late again, soundcheck time. Hey, lets do a song only one guitarist and the drummer knows. The singer's got about half of it, and we're not playing it tonight anyway. The drum in-ear monitors sound like hell. The three people that are here aren't going to like this very much.
10:20 Guys, take a look. The only ones here are us, the singer's & drummer's wife's and two of their peeps. Let's not forget to mention a very pissed-off looking proprietor and his staff. I'm thinking my odds for that Vegas trip just went way up.
10:30-12:30 Shutdown. Loadout. I'm thinking the only thing more depressing than seeing Dick Clark do his thing now (although I applaud him for doing it) is seeing R. Seacrest next to him.
Happy New Year, my bottom end brethren.

