We play quite heavy rock/punk original stuff and we're asked to play a gig in this small little pub yesterday with a few other acts. I'd never worked with this promoter before so I didn't really know what to expect. So the gig starts with an acoustic act, then another acoustic act, and another. At this stage I'm getting anxious because the crowd are mainly 30-60 year olds and the acts are all doing covers of old Irish songs and modern pop sing-along stuff which is going down really well. So then we're called on to play and at this stage there was about 50-60 people packed into this tiny little sh*thole of a pub and we we're already beyond tipsy.
I introduce us and we start playing our first song which is probably our heaviest and as we build into the chorus I screamed my lungs out while all these people were sitting there absolutely horrified by what was happening. As we went on I was picking up on the reaction we were receiving and was getting more and more obnoxiously loud and heavy, staring people in the eye, etc. We would have gotten a better reception if I had have gone up dressed as hitler and given an anti-semetic speech. We might not get to play there again but they'll definitely remember the day they saw us play![]()
#toughestcrowdever
That's great.
Did anybody else know that you guys would be heavy? How the hell did you get thrown into the soft crowd?![]()
I honestly don't knowOriginally Posted by KillipoImagine Metallica playing in an old-folks home and you'll have some idea just how awkward/hilarious the whole situation was
Originally Posted by NonRedOrchid![]()
I wish I could have seen it. That's great. I'm glad you still went with it. I'm sure they'll be talking about it for at least a week.
Hahahaha, thanks for sharing man, really enjoyed reading that![]()
i remember one time i was booked for a gig and as soon as we pulled up to the club/bar/family restaurant i knew it was gonna be ****. the sign out front was a big stetson hat and the font that the places name was in was like those old WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE posters from western movies. waiting around a bit, it only got worse and worse. the crowd was bustin out on boot scootin boogie type of ****... nuthin but over the hill hicks with big cowboy hats and ****** old ladies squeezed into acid washed jeans drinkin bud. not a single nike in the house, every variety of cowboy boot you could find was there tho... my crew wanted to pack up and bolt before anyone noticed but the free beer tab kept us there and pretty soon we were too gone to care about what was exactly was happening. anyways, we started our set drunk off our asses, cuttin and scratchin to the horrifed and/or confused looks of about 50 cuntry *******s. these ****kickers started to get irate pretty damn quick and after a homie dropped a clip of 2pac talking thuglife they were acting ready to string us up by our ******s. i quickly flipped some ennio morricone soundtracks over beat records, and actually got a couple cheers so we took it as a sign to dip. we packed our **** up faster than i ever have before (even almost belligerent drunk by that time) got paid barely enough to put cheese on a whopper and got the f outta dodge.
played alot of weird ones, but that one booking was so out of place it is a memory ill never forget.![]()
This is now my new favorite saying.Originally Posted by heetsauce![]()