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Friday night we had a gig up in the Rocket Room. Now, it may not seem like much but I really do enjoy playing that venue. The people are nice, the sound is great and I always have fun.
But last week, it did not go down so well.
From the start, the whole thing went sour.
On Thursday night, Sebastian tells me that he has a tattoo appointment right before the show, so he won't be able to find a way to get his drums over there seeing that Nikki will be working that evening. Now, keep in mind, he doesn't tell Pat or Steve and does not tell Mike (he was working that night) so he tells me. Now, all of a sudden, I had the task of trying to figure out how to take his drums over there. What the fuck, since when did that become anyone else's responsibility?
So Friday evening rolls around. Sebastian is not home. Mike and I are getting ready and I tell Mike about the situation. This doesn't go over well for him either. I'm pissed cause the least he could have done was figure out the transport solution. I would have gladly helped load and unload but I shouldn't have to find a way to get it there. Mike spends 5 minutes making phone calls and finds a way to get the drums over there. We're both pissed cause its something Sebastian had all day to do, but didn't. Hell, he didn't even breakdown his drums. So I had to do it.
Whatever, we get to the Rocket Room and set up our shit. We find out we're headlining the show so I set up the Merch table and just hang out with Tabs and Kenny. I'm boasting to Kenny about how Stab Crew has gotten better over the past 6 months and how much we kick ass and he's gonna be blown away...blah blah blah. Meanwhile, the rest of Stab Crew just starts drinking away. Kenny, Justin and I start talking and even joke around about how Steve is pretty much useless on stage when he is drunk. Oh God, I wish a huge sign reading "FORESHADOW" would have dropped down then.
2 bands play and its our turn. The show started late so its about 11:45. Everyone seems fine while we're on stage setting up...except for Steve. Wasted beyond repair, he is having trouble with the simple task of tuning his guitar. We realize its not gonna sound good so Mike and I attempt to drown out Steve by raising our volumes. From our end of the stage it was hard to tell if it worked. According to the crowd...it didn't.
So while we're playing our set, the whole band fucks up on every level. We've had shitty shows in the past but never like this. Pat forgot tons of lyrics, Steve couldn't even play our new song which is comprised of 3 fucking powerchords. Just 3!!!!! Sebastian and Mike we drunk as well, but they know the songs left and right inside and out, so they managed. Me, being sober, I was just embarrassed.
When the show ended, I packed up my gear and left. I got into a bit of a screamfest with Mike. He pissed me off when he had the balls to blame their drunkness on the fact that we were headlining. The screaming turned into a simple heated argument between Mike, Sebastian and I in the parking lot. With Punk Rock Josh trying to calm me down.
Tonight we have another show. Its at the Triple Nickel Tavern. They give each band member a whole pitcher a beer. I had already expressed my feelings about them being drunk on stage. This show will give them a chance to show me that they are in fact serious about playing and that they can wait until AFTER we play to get drunk. If this doesn't happen, I will leave Stab Crew.
I sent them all an email saying that I want a 5 minute band meeting right before we play. I will tell them all once again that I don't want another Friday night repeat. I love these guys to death and they are like family to me, but I will not put myself through that again.
So, heres to tonight. Wish us luck.
But last week, it did not go down so well.
From the start, the whole thing went sour.
On Thursday night, Sebastian tells me that he has a tattoo appointment right before the show, so he won't be able to find a way to get his drums over there seeing that Nikki will be working that evening. Now, keep in mind, he doesn't tell Pat or Steve and does not tell Mike (he was working that night) so he tells me. Now, all of a sudden, I had the task of trying to figure out how to take his drums over there. What the fuck, since when did that become anyone else's responsibility?
So Friday evening rolls around. Sebastian is not home. Mike and I are getting ready and I tell Mike about the situation. This doesn't go over well for him either. I'm pissed cause the least he could have done was figure out the transport solution. I would have gladly helped load and unload but I shouldn't have to find a way to get it there. Mike spends 5 minutes making phone calls and finds a way to get the drums over there. We're both pissed cause its something Sebastian had all day to do, but didn't. Hell, he didn't even breakdown his drums. So I had to do it.
Whatever, we get to the Rocket Room and set up our shit. We find out we're headlining the show so I set up the Merch table and just hang out with Tabs and Kenny. I'm boasting to Kenny about how Stab Crew has gotten better over the past 6 months and how much we kick ass and he's gonna be blown away...blah blah blah. Meanwhile, the rest of Stab Crew just starts drinking away. Kenny, Justin and I start talking and even joke around about how Steve is pretty much useless on stage when he is drunk. Oh God, I wish a huge sign reading "FORESHADOW" would have dropped down then.
2 bands play and its our turn. The show started late so its about 11:45. Everyone seems fine while we're on stage setting up...except for Steve. Wasted beyond repair, he is having trouble with the simple task of tuning his guitar. We realize its not gonna sound good so Mike and I attempt to drown out Steve by raising our volumes. From our end of the stage it was hard to tell if it worked. According to the crowd...it didn't.
So while we're playing our set, the whole band fucks up on every level. We've had shitty shows in the past but never like this. Pat forgot tons of lyrics, Steve couldn't even play our new song which is comprised of 3 fucking powerchords. Just 3!!!!! Sebastian and Mike we drunk as well, but they know the songs left and right inside and out, so they managed. Me, being sober, I was just embarrassed.
When the show ended, I packed up my gear and left. I got into a bit of a screamfest with Mike. He pissed me off when he had the balls to blame their drunkness on the fact that we were headlining. The screaming turned into a simple heated argument between Mike, Sebastian and I in the parking lot. With Punk Rock Josh trying to calm me down.
Tonight we have another show. Its at the Triple Nickel Tavern. They give each band member a whole pitcher a beer. I had already expressed my feelings about them being drunk on stage. This show will give them a chance to show me that they are in fact serious about playing and that they can wait until AFTER we play to get drunk. If this doesn't happen, I will leave Stab Crew.
I sent them all an email saying that I want a 5 minute band meeting right before we play. I will tell them all once again that I don't want another Friday night repeat. I love these guys to death and they are like family to me, but I will not put myself through that again.
So, heres to tonight. Wish us luck.