Post by strat-0 on Nov 27, 2005 3:08:31 GMT -5
What were some of your worst nightmare gigs?
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Gig from Hell #1: The Mojos were playing a little joint in downtown Birmingham. We're several songs into our 1st set and things are going well. Nice crowd - it's going to be a good night. Suddenly, people start getting up and running outside, and we can see blue lights reflecting in the plate glass window we are set up in front of. We finish the song and since most everybody went outside, we figured we better see what the hell was going on. It turn out that the police were in hot pursuit of a stolen vehicle, exchanging gunfire, til the four youths crashed into the line of parked cars right outside the place, just past our line of sight. They took out about five vehicles, including the sax player's (his wife was in the car only moments before) and several patron's cars. We tried to regroup about 40 minutes later, but it was over. We played some more but finally had to give it up. At least we got paid.
Gig from Hell #2 (for me): We're playing a weekend at a large, trendy club. Things are going hot late Friday night, and we're just about done. I go up for one of my high-altitude Townshend stage leaps and when I come down, my right foot turns under. Ouch! After the encore, I sit down and take off my shoe, and foom, it swells up like a cantaloupe. Couldn't walk the next day. Spend the day at the emergency room... Yeah, it was broken. Played the next night on a stool with my foot in a cast. That'll put a crimp in your style and stage presence! Hobbling around on crutches...
Gig from Hell #3 (for me): We're playing a frat party at Auburn. Gig goes great - gave 'em what for. Driving home at 3AM, a long drive up US 280 through one-horse-towns. I'm watching my speed, for obvious reasons. We're going through CHILDERSBURG, AL, and realizing I needed gas, I turn into a gas station. BLUE LIGHTS! Cop claims I was speeding and says I pulled into the gas station to "evade" him. He asks me if I'd been drinking. I had had two beers while we tore down, and I told him so. Guitars are in the back seat, etc. He makes me take the field sobriety test three times and hauls me in. Now, there are three cop cars and it's the crime of the century. Back at the station, I blew under the limit (no surprise). So they let me go, right? WRONG! They threw me in jail and charged me with DUI anyway. Yes, they can do that. When I went back down there to go to their kangaroo court in an FOP building, I told the judge I would not plead guilty to DUI and would appeal. He asked the dipshit prosecutor, "Is this all you have?" (pointing to the breathalyzer result) He said yeah, and the judge told me that he could find me guilty, but would I plead guilty to reckless driving instead? What could I do, folks? I didn't want a DUI, so I said yes. He said the fine would remain as it was for DUI. My take from the gig: $300. My cost: $650, a night in jail, and a reckless driving conviction for nothing. Keep an eye for the police when you're driving throughNutbush Childersburg.
I saved this post from RS or somewhere...
Gig from Hell #1: The Mojos were playing a little joint in downtown Birmingham. We're several songs into our 1st set and things are going well. Nice crowd - it's going to be a good night. Suddenly, people start getting up and running outside, and we can see blue lights reflecting in the plate glass window we are set up in front of. We finish the song and since most everybody went outside, we figured we better see what the hell was going on. It turn out that the police were in hot pursuit of a stolen vehicle, exchanging gunfire, til the four youths crashed into the line of parked cars right outside the place, just past our line of sight. They took out about five vehicles, including the sax player's (his wife was in the car only moments before) and several patron's cars. We tried to regroup about 40 minutes later, but it was over. We played some more but finally had to give it up. At least we got paid.
Gig from Hell #2 (for me): We're playing a weekend at a large, trendy club. Things are going hot late Friday night, and we're just about done. I go up for one of my high-altitude Townshend stage leaps and when I come down, my right foot turns under. Ouch! After the encore, I sit down and take off my shoe, and foom, it swells up like a cantaloupe. Couldn't walk the next day. Spend the day at the emergency room... Yeah, it was broken. Played the next night on a stool with my foot in a cast. That'll put a crimp in your style and stage presence! Hobbling around on crutches...
Gig from Hell #3 (for me): We're playing a frat party at Auburn. Gig goes great - gave 'em what for. Driving home at 3AM, a long drive up US 280 through one-horse-towns. I'm watching my speed, for obvious reasons. We're going through CHILDERSBURG, AL, and realizing I needed gas, I turn into a gas station. BLUE LIGHTS! Cop claims I was speeding and says I pulled into the gas station to "evade" him. He asks me if I'd been drinking. I had had two beers while we tore down, and I told him so. Guitars are in the back seat, etc. He makes me take the field sobriety test three times and hauls me in. Now, there are three cop cars and it's the crime of the century. Back at the station, I blew under the limit (no surprise). So they let me go, right? WRONG! They threw me in jail and charged me with DUI anyway. Yes, they can do that. When I went back down there to go to their kangaroo court in an FOP building, I told the judge I would not plead guilty to DUI and would appeal. He asked the dipshit prosecutor, "Is this all you have?" (pointing to the breathalyzer result) He said yeah, and the judge told me that he could find me guilty, but would I plead guilty to reckless driving instead? What could I do, folks? I didn't want a DUI, so I said yes. He said the fine would remain as it was for DUI. My take from the gig: $300. My cost: $650, a night in jail, and a reckless driving conviction for nothing. Keep an eye for the police when you're driving through
