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[x] what a fucking weekend i had. here's the story:
so, we are booked at this "festival" in Mississippi (like 5 minutes from Gulfport) for this last saturday. We had been booked on it for quite sometime and the guy booking it contacted us, sounded like he knew what he was talking about, promised us 250 bucks plus gas, and said he was expecting a rather large crowd. so we decided to play it thinking it could be fun, get to travel, casino time, etc...we arrive in Mississippi, eat, go check out the casino for an hour or so, then change clothes, and head to the show at around 4 pm...we get off at the interstate and pass this gas station with a banner for the show we are booked for hanging outside. now, let me take a minute to describe this gas station: imagine the most white trash, run down, beat up hell hole and that's the gas station im speaking of. beside the gas station were a few tents set up in a field. we drove by and as we are driving by im thinking to myself 'surely that's not where we are playing.' we get a few miles down the road and shane's dad, who was leading with directions, pulls over and asks a cop. he turns around to head back and i knew exactly what was happening. so we pull into the gas station parking lot and sure enough that was the festival: 'trunk n junk' or some stupid shit. immediately we look at each other and agree 'let's get the fuck out of here now'. we seriously almost left. then, i started thinking: they are giving us free beer, plus we take the money we will make and split it 4 ways for the casino that night. so we decide to play. now, let me describe this "festival": imagine the most backwoods, incestual, fat ass ugly, white trash rednecks in the world, and that would be the people running this fine event. there were maybe 10-15 people there and all of them were 'working'. by working i mean sitting under tents in chairs (the fat ass girls in pink shirts with hula skirts on) so im taking advantage of the free beer before the 'show' (b/c i had to get drunk fast to enjoy this somewhat) and this guy in a shaquille oneal orlando magic jersey with a pony tail and scruffy beard comes up to me and is like all bug eyed saying 'hey man are you with the band? I'm cowboy. that's cowboy spelled kowboi.' what the fuck? i thought i was in my own personal hell. so we go to set our stuff up on the stage. the stage is a few pieces of plywood nailed on to a few 2 x 4's on cinder blocks. the PA for the stage is 50 feet to the left. no monitors. no mic stands. one mic. oh, and did i mention a redneck dj was blairing techno music this entire time? yeah. he was. and all of this nice equipment was being powered by a small gas powered generator. fuck. it almost didnt power our amps. so we played. we were drunk. i was funny. after the show, the guy was booked us and was going to pay us conveniently had to go home for a second. we ended up getting paid, but the cut us 50 bucks short and i have no clue where the 200 came from. it was fucked up.
but after that, we went to the casino. had fun. got drunk. i now love white russians.
so fuck mississippi and all the fucking rednecks that make this world a terrible place to live.
with the exception of not_so_usual
you are ok with me.
so, we are booked at this "festival" in Mississippi (like 5 minutes from Gulfport) for this last saturday. We had been booked on it for quite sometime and the guy booking it contacted us, sounded like he knew what he was talking about, promised us 250 bucks plus gas, and said he was expecting a rather large crowd. so we decided to play it thinking it could be fun, get to travel, casino time, etc...we arrive in Mississippi, eat, go check out the casino for an hour or so, then change clothes, and head to the show at around 4 pm...we get off at the interstate and pass this gas station with a banner for the show we are booked for hanging outside. now, let me take a minute to describe this gas station: imagine the most white trash, run down, beat up hell hole and that's the gas station im speaking of. beside the gas station were a few tents set up in a field. we drove by and as we are driving by im thinking to myself 'surely that's not where we are playing.' we get a few miles down the road and shane's dad, who was leading with directions, pulls over and asks a cop. he turns around to head back and i knew exactly what was happening. so we pull into the gas station parking lot and sure enough that was the festival: 'trunk n junk' or some stupid shit. immediately we look at each other and agree 'let's get the fuck out of here now'. we seriously almost left. then, i started thinking: they are giving us free beer, plus we take the money we will make and split it 4 ways for the casino that night. so we decide to play. now, let me describe this "festival": imagine the most backwoods, incestual, fat ass ugly, white trash rednecks in the world, and that would be the people running this fine event. there were maybe 10-15 people there and all of them were 'working'. by working i mean sitting under tents in chairs (the fat ass girls in pink shirts with hula skirts on) so im taking advantage of the free beer before the 'show' (b/c i had to get drunk fast to enjoy this somewhat) and this guy in a shaquille oneal orlando magic jersey with a pony tail and scruffy beard comes up to me and is like all bug eyed saying 'hey man are you with the band? I'm cowboy. that's cowboy spelled kowboi.' what the fuck? i thought i was in my own personal hell. so we go to set our stuff up on the stage. the stage is a few pieces of plywood nailed on to a few 2 x 4's on cinder blocks. the PA for the stage is 50 feet to the left. no monitors. no mic stands. one mic. oh, and did i mention a redneck dj was blairing techno music this entire time? yeah. he was. and all of this nice equipment was being powered by a small gas powered generator. fuck. it almost didnt power our amps. so we played. we were drunk. i was funny. after the show, the guy was booked us and was going to pay us conveniently had to go home for a second. we ended up getting paid, but the cut us 50 bucks short and i have no clue where the 200 came from. it was fucked up.
but after that, we went to the casino. had fun. got drunk. i now love white russians.
so fuck mississippi and all the fucking rednecks that make this world a terrible place to live.
with the exception of not_so_usual
you are ok with me.