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What The $@#% is that smell?????

Oh man, I still remember the worst gig I ever played...sorta...you will find out what I mean.

It was in the middle of summer here in Australia, the temp was 43 degrees celsius (110 farenheit) inside the venue and it was about 90% humidity. We were a 6 piece thrash metal band playing a battle of the bands with 8 bands on the bill that night, and we were playing last. The venue had absolutely NO form of air conditioning or fans and their idea of cooling the venue was to open the doors, which is worse during such high humidity. I remember watching all the other bands playing that night and they were all drenched by the end of their set and the fact it was getting hotter and stickier as the night wore on wasn't helping. It's 11pm and time for us to go on stage. As I start setting up, I am absolutely mortified.

Now, the bathroom smell referred to in this thread so frequently doesnt bother me too much. I have been running bars and pubs since I was 18, so I am kinda used to that smell. But the smell of body odour on that stage was seriously something else. Because of the lack of ventilation in the venue, the stage had built up this almost ambient stench. Then we started playing...

It got worse and worse as we went through our set, we all started to pour sweat. Most of the time when I come across a bad smell, I breath through my mouth, but you couldn't that night or you could taste it...which made you wanna puke more. By the end of our hour long set, we were all gagging and about 10lb lighter from sweat loss. We won the battle that night, I think we all channeled our disgust somehow and we actually played an absolute brutal set that got that mosh moving (crazy in that heat). Will never forget that night.

Cheers,
Jordan
 
champbassist,

I am not exactly sure how humidity vs. heat works for an index, but here in Australia during the wet season it gets ridiculously hot and sticky during the summer. The temp of 43 degrees was inside the club and the humidity level was given via the weather bureau (edited my original post to explain that a little better). Absolute nightmare that night, one of the hottest and sticky days we had in years up in northern Australia.

Cheers,
Jordan
 
I am not exactly sure how humidity vs. heat works for an index, but here in Australia during the wet season it gets ridiculously hot and sticky during the summer. The temp of 43 degrees was inside the club and the humidity level was given via the weather bureau (edited my original post to explain that a little better). Absolute nightmare that night, one of the hottest and sticky days we had in years up in northern Australia.

The fact about heat index is something like the wind chill factor. The temperature and humidity combine to make the temperature "feel" much higher than it is. So 43C@90% relative humidity feels like 117C. Here's a Link Removed.

It is totally possible to have 43C days where maximum humidity hits 90%. In fact, we have such days in India fairly often. But the temperature hitting 43C at the same time as the humidity being 90% is highly unlikely.

The record for the highest recorded heat index is around 80C. Not to say that unrecorded readings couldn't have crossed it, though. Guess you'll just have to pay the price for living in Australia :p
 
Hahaha yeah that's it mate, it is a pretty hot country. Especially up north during the summer, the wet season is a nightmare. Hot weather and high humidity. I am now living further south and out of the tropics now and the weather is much more tolerable and the humidity is alot lower, abeit I am living in the middle of no where at the moment.
I guess having a temp gauge by the stage reading 43 degrees would mean it's not accurate due to the humidity - right? But I will remember that night more for that invisible cloud of disgusting body odour more than anything lol.

cheers,
Jordan
 
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LOL! Too funny.

Not to derail to much but, one gig we did earlier this year was in a smaller club and since we are a 6 piece, I got stuck almost right in the doorway to the hall leading to the womans bathroom. So anytime a woman had to go, I pretty much had to move out her way.

Well, over our loud music I could hear someone furiously flushing the toilet several times. I was like ***? I got distracted so I didnt notice the guilty party coming out but, next thing I know there is the owner with a plunger in one hand and a bucket in the other heading my way. Needless to say there was some sort of plumbatory issue going on in there that required the assistance of several employees, and, each time I had to move out the way.

People were starting to laugh because everyone watching us knew something was up and just seeing me dodging plungers and buckets was a sight to see. After some time the owner came out, looking like he just saved Private Ryan, and put an Out Of Order sign on the door.
So... It killed him?
 
Hmmm---over 5K reads on a stink subject.

Why is it that guys find bathroom humor (to put it politely) of such abiding interest and humor? I don't want to be anal about it, but why, why, why?

And do not try and paper it over with a crappy excuse.

I am above such things. Hoveringly so.
 
Hmmm---over 5K reads on a stink subject.

Why is it that guys find bathroom humor (to put it politely) of such abiding interest and humor? I don't want to be anal about it, but why, why, why?

And do not try and paper it over with a crappy excuse.

I am above such things. Hoveringly so.

I'm the only chick in my band and I'm the only one who LOVES potty humor. It's especially bad if we do weekend trips because that's ALL I talk about. The guys get super grossed out when I comment on the status of my stomach (we tend to eat poorly when we play out of town venues) or my findings in a venue's bathroom ("I walked into this stall and it was the size of a potato! How is that possible?").
 
Went to Cozumel for our honeymoon, and yep, unknowingly somehow got some local water in my system. Montezuma had his revenge. Arrived on Sunday, started feeling poorly Thursday AM, left (in a hurry, HA!) on Saturday, had a gig on Sunday. That type of sickness has its own very special stench, not to mention the urge to defecate quite often. Elimination felt like fire coming out my butt, and farting was close behind (ahem). I had to pass gas several times while working, and let go a bunch of real paint-peelers. Of course, I made faces at the dude next to me, and everyone blamed him. I monopolized the head during breaks. Things finally quieted down by the end of that week. Phew!