Written by GE 138.
Everybody had a bad feeling about this gig. EVERYBODY!! ha ha ha ha In hindsight, they were all right, of course, but it's funny how it all worked out that way. Whether it was because of bad promotion, from the bands playing, from the Promoter, whatever, or because it was on a Sunday, or because of nobody liking the headlining band Slaughter And The Dogs, which I get, because I'm not that big of a fan of theirs either, or because of the overpriced, Dipster infused venue, which nobody likes going to, having to pay for parking at, or paying $9 for a tall can of PBR to drink at, whatever the reason, there was nobody, and I mean NOBODY, at this gig, and even saying that is being polite. There was probably 10 people there tops, and that's including all the members of the bands that were playing the gig! LOL It's a good thing that nobody was there, because every band that played was terrible - mine included - and I think all of us in attendance came to the mutual conclusion that the less said about this gig, the better. Oh, and that practice is a good thing. Yup! :-)
After the usual pre-gig BS of waiting around the Dojo for everyone to show up and load up their respective gear into their respective vehicles, and after me watching Bob and Jeremy argue about what would be the best way to load up the gear, Tetris style, we finally roll up to the venue and try to figure out what was going on with the gig, since the Promoter didn't bother informing any of us beforehand what was going on, much less who was going on, and in what order. We found out that Rule Of Thumb had dropped off the gig (lucky them), and that we were going on 2nd, after Baddpitt And Adam Crow, and before S.F.T., who had a new drummer they were breaking in tonight. He was wearing a cowboy hat. I decided it was best just to stay away from him... LOL We were all hanging around outside, smoking and bullshitting, like we do, when we heard the first band starting up their set. We all ventured in and I couldn't help but notice that the place was empty, and this bands music wasn't helping.
That opening band Baddpitt And Adam Crow were terrible, a miss-mash of Hip Hop, Sunset Strip Cock Rock, and Swedish Black Metal, with a guitar player sporting full face paint make up and looking like King Diamond's bastard offspring. Their synchronized jumps, stage movements, and whipping around of their hair to the beat of the music was cute though. Not cute enough to inspire me to take pictures of the band though, as I just chose to stand around back and take in all the wonderment from afar. If it wasn't for every horny guy in the place drooling over the chick bass player, I don't think anyone would of been in there watching them play. Sometimes I'm embarrassed to be a dude.
Rule Of Thumb dropped off the bill, and I envied them, because they were the luckiest band of the night. They didn't have to be at the LVCS with the rest of us drowning in awkwardness and shame.
The Civilians played next and that's pretty much all I'm going to say about that. If you have nothing nice to say, then say nothing, right? ha ha ha SOME of us should pay more attention in practice by playing the songs the right way instead of mucking about and just endlessly noodling away on your musical instrument ad nausea. Just saying... ;-) There's video out there somewhere of the debacle, and I'd post a link to it on here, but I think the guys in the band just wanna forget it ever happened and put it all behind them, and for their sakes I'll just drop it and leave it alone. For the record though, my playing was fantastic!! LOL Once we were done embarrassing ourselves up there, I got off the stage as quickly as possible, letting S.F.T. get their gear up there and hopefully, salvage the night. Nope. Did not happen... heh heh
S.F.T. and their new, cowboy hat sporting drummer, quickly set up on stage and launched into one of their newer songs, which was called Friday Night Marauder when I was in the band, and it wasn't good, and pretty much set the bar for the rest of their set. Pacing was wrong, lots of guitar mistakes, forgotten words, missed bass lines, man, it was just painful to watch. It took the band a while to settle in, and once they did, it didn't get much better. The drummer definitely wasn't ready to play the gig, and that's said from an insiders perspective. I know the material. It's sounded better. The band struggled and made the best of things, thanks to Carlos and his kindergarten jokes, and after a bit S.F.T. called it a night to a smattering of applause from those of us who stood around and watch them try to have a go at things. I think there was something in the air, or maybe the water, something somewhere, was just bringing out the worst elements in the performance of the bands this evening. Maybe it was all the cheap cocaine that was being done off of strippers asses backstage that was doing it? All that warm, flat Cristal champagne? I dunno, but surely, SURELY, Slaughter And The Dogs were gonna save the show, right? Right?? Uhhhm, no, they didn't.
It took FOREVER for Slaughter And The Dogs to get set up. All the bands that had played earlier, and the few punters who actually paid to get into this thing, we all stood around for what seemed an unreasonably long amount of time, just waiting for the band to begin playing, and after a bit they finally wandered onto the stage, and they didn't look happy to be playing in such an empty place. They looked like a group of weekend warrior type of Rockers, looking like the cover band you'd see in a Holiday Inn lounge in Medford, IL rather than the legendary Punk Rock band they were supposed to be. Wayne Barrett (Vocals) looked like a Blues Bros. for some reason, and Mick Rossi (Guitar) looked like a New York Doll. Strange, but Slaughter And The Dogs always did get labeled with as a Glammy type of band anyways, so the look fit. I think they opened up with You're Ready Now, but I'm not sure, but it didn't matter, because it sounded terrible. At first I thought it was the shit sound of the LVCS, but quickly realized it wasn't, and by the time the band limped into their 5th song, their cover of the Dolls Who Are The Mystery Girls, I had had it. I was pretty much done after that. The only ones impressed by the farce being perpetrated on stage seemed to be a trio of Punkette fashionistas, who looked like they were in town for Punk Rock Posing instead of this disappointing gig on a Sunday night, and Mr. Rossi seemed more than smitten by them, gawd bless his decrepit old heart. Oh well. Me, along with a good chunk of the crowd, slowly made our way to the exits, letting Slaughter And The Dogs finish up their set to whoever was masochistic enough to stick around, with those of us leaving silently hoping that no one ever spoke of this gig again. The less said about it the better. Phooey.
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