(no subject)
There are occasionally times when a performance causes a fellow to simply stare in shock and awe at the sheer spectacle of utter incompetence he has been blessed (cursed? blessed.) to witness. In my brief experience running the pub, I can thankfully say that there has been no more than three such travesties. Tonight was alas the fourth.
I had a feeling they were going to be awful as they were setting up. Perhaps my first clue was when one of them asked me how loud they could be without breaking the windows. This is not, as one might assume, an uncommon question. However, this particular band brought no instruments. They had apparently suffered a bit of a miscalculation with an amplification spell and had somehow managed to destroy every object capable of producing a pleasing sound they owned, and were now planning to perform a capella. It is perhaps testament to their ability that they did actually manage to break a window, but this is only due to a rousing game of Throw Zach's Furniture At Things.
I can safely say that WIZARG (they're American, why do you ask?) have a less than rousingly popular future ahead of them.
I had a feeling they were going to be awful as they were setting up. Perhaps my first clue was when one of them asked me how loud they could be without breaking the windows. This is not, as one might assume, an uncommon question. However, this particular band brought no instruments. They had apparently suffered a bit of a miscalculation with an amplification spell and had somehow managed to destroy every object capable of producing a pleasing sound they owned, and were now planning to perform a capella. It is perhaps testament to their ability that they did actually manage to break a window, but this is only due to a rousing game of Throw Zach's Furniture At Things.
I can safely say that WIZARG (they're American, why do you ask?) have a less than rousingly popular future ahead of them.