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Worst gig you ever had.

I don't remember all the details, it was over 10 years ago. We got booked to play at a bar with a couple other original bands. We were slated to play last, it was probably a 40min time slot (maybe a little more). I don't remember why but there was a big delay and our set ended up getting cut super short. We only ended up playing 3 songs. I broke my E string on the first note of the first song.
 
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Well, there was the the gig that we booked in March, which happened to be spring break, March madness, and a snowstorm, and the bar owner fired us because we didn’t bring in a crowd.

Then there was the time we booked a gig at a private party at “the Swamp” which turned out to be on an island in a mosquito-infested wetland and not just a seedy bar. Complete with a 300 yard boardwalk made of pallets to haul our gear over.
 
This happened about 20 years ago.... was in a covers band and we'd played at this pub before (just Nth of Auckland NZ) and had a pretty good crowd, so they got us back again

Unfortunately this time there were more in the band (4 piece) than there were people in the pub..... we played our first set and the manager comes up and said we were too loud, so we unplug the mics on the guitar / bass amp... still too loud, so we take mic off snare drum.... by this time we're almost playing acoustically...... then manager pulls the plug and said "sorry fellas - it's not happening tonight" and the gig was over.
We packed up and rhythm guitarist went to get the money ($100 each) and manager handed him $40 and said that's all....

He came out and said there is a problem and they only want to pay us $10 each..... then singers friend turns up.... he is about 6 foot, large build and looked a bit like former WWF wrestler 'Andre the giant'
Rhythm guitarist said to him that the manager owes us $400 and doesn't want to pay us - Singers friend said "leave it with me" and he walked inside the pub and came out 5 minutes later with $400 cash.

We asked him what he did and he just said with a smile "I just roughed him up a bit"
 
My worst in memory was, recent, at a casino that's close to a two hour drive from Portland. Keep in mind , this is a smaller native casino and the lounge, as we quickly found out, has a maximum occupancy of 60 people, nice looking and well spread out, though. Our first time playing there , most of the band got there a little early and set up a half hour before the email said to. Then, comes the sound man. He told the guitarists to get their gear off the stage so he can run lines with nothing on the stage. So, he makes the three 60- 70 year old guys take their rigs off. I forget what one of the guitarists asked him but he answered with " I told you once , I don't like to repeat myself ".

We start the show and after the 1st song our singer asks the audience how it sounds and if we're were too loud ( he's gone from not saying much too where he's working on talking to the audience , so anything is a good start at first ). The sound man, walks up to him at the front of the stage and lectures him for 10 seconds about how he's in control of the sound , not the audience and for him not to do that. Robert, our singer, got a little pissed because he's just learning to communicate to our audience.

After our first set, two of our guitarists mentioned to me that they couldn't hear themselves. I walk over to the sound man and asked if we could make the adjustment on their two monitors. He tells me that a.) he only communicates with one band member and b.) he gave them the chance earlier, three times and if they couldn't get it right then , the opportunity has closed. I looked at him like he's an idiot and I repeated myself and he did the same and it escalated to me walking away shaking my head. He walks directly over to our drummer to inform him that I have an attitude problem. As I walked passed our singer I muttered , " what a d@#K". He said , yeah, got on my ass , earlier. The sound man turns around and say's that he wasn't on his ass. Singer says , " I don't appreciate you lecturing me when I'm on my stage , talking to the audience." Sound man, " it's not your stage because I can have security come and throw you out." Again, this is in a smaller native casino, 60 person max capacity. You know how we found out it was 60 people max ? They roped off the entrance once they were at max, which happened almost immediately. The thing is that the tables and chairs are spread ,so far apart, it didn't look all that busy, even with all tables full. I lived in Las Vegas for 20 years and after I heard the sound man , I motioned for the casino VIP to walk over to me because two of them were standing no too far but far enough to be unaware. She walks over and I told her that we're about to pack up if the sound man doesn't change his attitude.

The next thing I know, he's on his phone for ten minutes and then sits for the next 2 sets in the corner, away from his soundboard. Plus, it was a $100 a man gig in a casino lounge that's designed to not get very busy. Casinos have the money to pay twice that , at least, for good bands.
 
I was sent out as the leader to play a Christmas party for a couple hundred people by the office that I did a lot of sideman work for. The band was me on acoustic bass, vibes, and sax. No PA, no amp, per requirement from the party planner. Cavernous space with hard tile ceilings under the Queensboro bridge. Vibes player showed up 10 minutes to hit time, drunk. Sax player specialized in Hasidic gigs, knew ZERO Christmas music, and brought only clarinet. I ended up playing three hours of holiday songs with the bow with minimal assistance from my bandmates to party attendees who couldn't hear us 5 feet away. Party planner complained to the office that we couldn't be heard. And, we had to move 3 times. I demanded and got double pay and refused all offers to lead for the rest of my time with that organization.
 
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Here's one.

Drove 3 hours to a festival gig in the mountains about 10 years ago.

We get there and learn that one of the stages broke, didn't get delivered, or for whatever reason wasn't there or available.

Festival organizer is doing what he can to rearrange the schedule so that every band gets a set, but then it rains and throws everything into chaos that wasn't already.

We never played. Drove back home.
 
speaking of rain another one we did was over 20 years ago - we played for the Tribesmen Motorcycle Gang.... we drove 3.5 hours south from Auckland NZ to the gig

When we got there it was pouring down rain and there were 1500 + bikes there... they showed us to the smallest stage ever in the corner of the huge room and we had to set up a 5 piece band Guitars / Bass / Drums / Amps / Mixer and amps all on to this tiny stage - I don't know how we got everything on there but we did
The roof was corrugated iron and was leaking in places above the stage, which made it worse

We played from 9pm-1am as planned and said "thank you very much for having us" and started to pack up... but someone came over to our singer and handed him more money and said "Keep playing for another hour" - so we did, then started to pack up again and more money was handed to our singer for us to keep playing.....
This went on about 4 times and finally about 5am we actually finished!

All of us in the band were starving hungry and tired after the gig, but there were no shops or anything in site, then after about an hour driving back we saw a bakery that was open so we stopped there for some munchies
there were no motels or hotels open at 6-7am so we just drove back to Auckland.

on the plus side we did get paid over double what we were supposed to!
 
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Worst two gigs of my life were both ones that were booked through an agency out of the Fox Valley. They told us they wanted to expand in our area and we were having a tough time drumming up gigs outside of a couple local places.

Both of them were last minute gigs that we were called about in the AM to play that night. Both were over 2-2 1/2 hrs away. And both were fill ins for groups that had cancelled. In both cases we were filling in for the same band that was playing hard core/metal and we were as Top 40 as they came.

There was one "gentleman" who attended both gigs hoping to see the originally scheduled band. When he saw us setting up on the stage he made his displeasure known, quite loudly, and continued through the night. Just terrible nights watching crowds that had gathered for one band leaving because they weren't liking the fill in's.

We didn't play the full night at either gig because the venues wrapped it up early, didn't get paid in full, and had long drives home feeling pretty disappointed. We told that agency to shove it after the 2nd one.
 
Pardon the necro-bump, three years after the last post.

I don't consider anything a worst-ever gig if it only involves being embarrassed by something that happens or doesn't happen; IMO that's just part of paying dues. I guess those gigs are called "teachable moments".

In my book, it's not a worst-ever gig until it crosses the threshold of beyond-stupid/idiotic, dangerous or both, of which there've been a few over almost 50 years. Thankfully, most were long, long ago:
  • Beyond stupid: One of my first gigs playing with a steady-work band was on a flatbed for a mobile home dealership opening in the mid-summer, mid-day Texas sun, facing the highway like some kind of live-action-idiots billboard.
  • Beyond stupid and dangerous: Getting shorted by an East Texas bar owner after a three-night-stand, with the BL taking a 38 special back in to get paid (there's a much longer version of this one).
  • Dangerous: Not a gig, but on-the-way to one: Pulling an equipment trailer over icy roads at night in the Arkansas Ozarks.
  • Dangerous and depressing: Green rooms (we didn't call 'em green rooms back then) with burned-spoon and needle littered tables.
  • Dangerous: Fights/stabbings/cuttings.
  • Freak-out Dangerous: LEO bar owner shooting a patron across the room with his Browning .45 while standing two feet from me - "Pete, I told ya what was gonna happen next time you pulled a knife on someone in my bar" - My ears rang for days.
  • Beyond stupid: Lead singer who, after making bail when arrested for failure-to-make child-support payments for over a year, needed a lift from jail to the gig (stupid because he had a decent day job, but coke was expensive in the 80's).
  • Beyond stupid: Band fights (never life threatening, just textbook beyond stupid, stupid, stupid).
  • And the last truly beyond stupid one, High-Roller New Years Eve hotel gig celebrating Y2K where I was assaulted by an obnoxious drunk during teardown after telling him to stop bothering me and get the flip off my stage. Stupid me for turning my back on him for a split second. Also stupid me because, in 100% transparency, I was drunk too. But my poison was vodka, and by that point in my life I was angry a lot, and didn't suffer other drunks well. Be that as it may, he was the one who ended up on the floor, and he and his friend who came to avenge him went to jail courtesy of off-duty, hired Dallas PD who saw the whole thing.
These days, gigs are tame, reasonable affairs. I don't drink or drug anymore & am responsible for my own thoughts, actions and attitudes. Bandmates and fellow sidemen are responsible & respectful, the places we play are friendly, and the people well behaved.

And through no fault of mine, most gigs don't detract from my peace of mind, even when something embarrassing - or merely slightly stupid happens.
 
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Well, there was the the gig that we booked in March, which happened to be spring break, March madness, and a snowstorm, and the bar owner fired us because we didn’t bring in a crowd.

Then there was the time we booked a gig at a private party at “the Swamp” which turned out to be on an island in a mosquito-infested wetland and not just a seedy bar. Complete with a 300 yard boardwalk made of pallets to haul our gear over.

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Playing with a blues band at a poophole bar.

Owner won't let us start until the B's game is over - Game 7 playoffs v Philly. Game goes to overtime, and the B's promptly lose. All exuberance that may have been present is sucked out in one big whoosh.

OK you guys can play now.

A couple of fights and a visit from the cops and the first set was done. We packed up and got out.

There were a couple of gigs with different bands where we played to nobody. Even the bartender left.

Outdoor gigs with rain.
 
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