Wow, this now
becomes a bit more interesting. By the end in Columbus
this was a nonexistent entry because it was so
routine. Not the case here. Place opened at 8, and the
workers got there at 7 PM. Without Marty MOOSE -
that's pushin' it. When I got there the two guys
were pretty shitty. They had no clue who I was,
and seemed suspicious. This gig was booked less than 3
days previous so I guess that's understandable. Jess
and I kicked ass along with the help of Rachel
(the supplier of our sofa bed). She will now be called
Moose with boobs. No that doesn't work. How 'bout
Rachel ROOSE. Yeah we can't call her MOOSE that was
all Marty's. Oh, and now Jess said she needed a name,
so she's Jessie JOOSE. ANYWAY, we were unloaded and
set up within 45 minutes and ready to go. Now...will
everything work after the trek to LA?
played Rigby and Lurid **only played Screw
(sigh) You know I
couldn't possibly have a first show without
controversy. Performance-wise was good. Forgot a line
to Learn How to Drive...that's about it. Sang Michael
Jackson pretty good. Overall everything was fine
except for the length. I was promised 45 minutes
to an hour, and the guy made me get off after 30
minutes because "I didn't bring anyone". Uhm, you
booked me like 2 days ago NIMROD. The owner wasn't
there so I really didn't get into it. Ooh, this should
be in reaction...
there be? Doors opened at 8 PM. By around 8:15 or 8:20
people started to come in and were sitting down and
watching. I was happy to at least be playing to some
new faces. Unfortunately it was a REALLY young crowd,
and they seemed almost to young to grasp the concept.
Chick comes up to me before I start: "So like,
uhm...why do you have tvs?" "I sing in each of
them..." "Why?" (sigh)...She must've been about 15.
Nice boobs though. ANYWAY, a few people started
getting into it around 8:20, and then 5 minutes later
- guy says I have 5 minutes. The fuck? I do one
song, and Jess talks to him. "I thought he had at
least until 8:45?" "Hey, he didn't bring anyone so
he's off at 8:30..." Now of course, I don't hear
this. I figured that I was just having too
much fun and time went by quickly. We got the stuff
off-stage quick and put it into this "green room" to
tear down. Done in ten minutes, and loaded in the car
in another 30. Not without a little skirmish. The guy
that was being a dick earlier was in the back while we
were trying to load. "That isn't good for your
back..." This to Jessica who's about 5 foot 2, and
trying to help out. He meanwhile is about 6 foot 4.
Would barely open the door. Then he made some comment
to me about not bringing anyone...
wanted to show some people the concept and try it
out for an hour..."
"Well, then you
served your purpose..."
"For 30 minutes
about how I can't expect much when
I don't bring anyone...)
"Hey when did
you guys know about my show?"
"You mean when
we put it in print?"
"It's been done
for 2 weeks..."
"He booked me 3
have been too shitty. This guy wasn't told anything.
But he's obviously used to dealing with punk-ass 9th
grade bands. They do like 4 bands a night for about an
hour - and all their classmates with their cute little
back-packs jump around. Tiny backpacks are so rad.
It's too bad though, because it's a great place to
play. Big room, big stage, but I'm a little past this
stage of musicianship. All in all it was definitely
nice to set-up and make sure everything ran. It had
been over a month, and everything was smashed into
that trailer and lugged across the country. Everything
ran smoothly. And really, I can't be too bummed
because I get to call the owner and be a litle
perturbed. Who knows what I can get out of it. Then
again, I can't see me playing here again. My target
audience is obviously 20's and 30's and if I'm gonna
do 90 minutes of set-up and teardown for a couple
songs - it just ain't worth it. So starts the LA
career. Cool. Giddy-up.