Yeah, for me, Sat. nights Punk Rock BBQ gig @ the Bunkhouse was a major bust, which I knew it was going to be when I arrived and was told that everything was back lined and that I wouldn't be able to use my own drum kit, which, of course, is major bullshit. This is the Bunkhouse, NOT the House of Boooooo's. Jagoffs. Every band that played was mediocre at best, with me (and most everybody else it seemed) more prone to hang outside and smoke and drink and enjoy the amazing night air and weather we had than to go inside and be bored to death by the bands playing. I did see on Facebook that Agent 86 tried to pull the ol' 'our drummer gets off work late and we need to play later in the night' trick to no avail. They didn't show up, and instead just posted on Facebook about how fucked up it all was and how it was just another way "The Punk Rock Man" keeps them down... LOL I heard Oceanside Sound System doing their Operation Ivy covers 3rd song into their set from safely outside. Their Sublime meets Rancid sound is very dated and predictable. Phooey. I went inside to watch War Called Home, because they were all dressed up like the nerds that they are, and was surprised to see Grant on bass and vocals now. When did that become a thing? Has it been that long since I've seen the band? Guess so. I liked them. I'm OK with Rich and Seth noodling all over everything. They're good so it's alright. I don't know why people were voicing their displeasure with them. They weren't THAT bad, were they?
That band The Last Gang might as well have been called The Distillers Lite. Just sad and boring. Their drummer was a doosh and they perfectly illustrated a point I have about mediocre bands having a "cute, hott" girl in the band and how it makes every horny guy in the place think the band is good. No girl, and nobody would give a fuck.
Speaking of Agent 86, Mr. Morrison informed me this morning that The Civilians knocked Agent 86 off their long held #1 perch on ReverbNation. I hope it wasn't from our amazeballz (SARCASM) performance at the Bunkhouse on Sat. That was, for me, quite possibly the worst gig I've ever played with them. That back lined drum kit they had up there was complete dog shit. There was no clutch for the high hat stand, meaning I had no control over the cymbals on there. The snare stand was stripped, which meant that it couldn't hold the drum flat, instead letting it hang at a weird 50° angle, meaning I couldn't really hit my snare.
Well so far, I have no snare drum, and no hi-hat cymbals. Great.
The rack tom was 13" and small. Although it's hardware wasn't stripped like everything else on the shitty kit, the hardware which connected it to the kick drum it was mounted to was, and hitting it with any force made it bounce up and down and around like a ping pong ball on crack. The kick drum was kid sized and not used to being kicked hard like it's supposed to be by a full grown man. During sound check it was bouncing all over the place and moving around, and that was because the braces and legs were stripped and barely holding on to the position they were locked in to. The stand used for the ride cymbal could not hold the weight of my cymbal and didn't have any felts or locks on it. My ride cymbal couldn't be hit hard and was resting on top of the mic cable from the mic on the floor tom because the stand couldn't hold it higher. Just. Fucking. Great. The floor tom was probably the best drum of the kit, but that's not saying much, now is it? And last but not least, the other stand for the crash cymbal was one of those spring type ones, used for china crashes mostly, and it being clamped as tightly as it was, when I hit my cymbal it sounded like a broken trash can lid and was like hitting a moving target if I hit it hard because of the spring loaded action. I was thisclose to just walking off the stage and refusing to play, but I knew I would never hear the end of it from the girls in my band, so I just put my head down in embarrassment and lightly played every Civilians songs without being able to do any tom work and cymbal crashes and accents, just sort-of a kick and sort-of a snare sound to every song.
Now here's the funny part - my band mates were like, 'What's wrong? Is everything OK'. 'Wanna play some Cock Sparrer covers?' 'I'm having a great time up here! This is fun!'
Well, it might of been fun for you guys, but for me, it was compete and utter bullshit and not worth the time and effort it took to get out of bed this morning. As soon as our shitty set was over I grabbed my gear and got the fuck out of there as quickly as possible. No BBQ (the chili cheese fries looked great though), shitty drum kit, fuck you Punk Rock BBQ. Never again will I fall for your lies and cheap ass bullshit. To quote the almighty Discharge: Never. Never. Never again. ;)