Post by peterwiggin on Sept 21, 2013 12:54:05 GMT
one of the other threads i posted a story of how our first drummer was killed. we had a few adventures back in the day, i thought if i mentioned some, maybe you guys would post some too. so, i submit these tales for your amusement.
i used to attend a monthy jam called the mountain band. we were 4 guitar players, 2 bass players, 2 drummers, and 3 singers. it was all original music, and was lots of fun. most songs, everyone was on stage at once but things were arranged to avoid mud.
another band i was in played a teen club around 1984 or so when rap was beginning to become stronger. we opened with 'nother thing comin. as soon as we began to play, kids started break dancing. the other guitar player (it was his band) stopped the music and told the audience if they didn't knock that sh17 off we would pack up and go. they wouldn't, so we did. we played a party for a rival band's celebration of getting signed, instead.
we once played a biker party where my amp caught fire and everyone initially thought it was part of the show. we rebuilt the cab from an 8x8 to a double 15 set up, swapped out the crispy tube head for a mash up of old floor model stereo/s.s. practice amp and continued to gig and save money for a new amp. the rig caught fire again, but we managed to save everything but the cab. i went and got a 4x10 peavey cab. hard to believe it could get uglier than it already was, but it did. when it caught fire AGAIN, we were thrown out of the bar, so we left the remains of it behind for them to dispose of.
we used to have 2 roadies who also acted as security. they were self-appointed, and i didn't like them. they started fights at every gig. we played a party on a farm one time. in the middle of a song, i looked up when i noticed everyone else had stopped playing.
the 2 roadies were backed into a corner by about 20 people. one was keeping them away by slashing at them with a knife, the other was frantically trying to get a window open to facilitate their escape. i immediately told the rest of the band to pack our stuff and load the van. i had no intention of taking those buttholes with us. the kids in the house had smashed into a gun cabinet and some others were chasing the roadies through the cornfields (already harvested, so there were no stalks) in their 4x4s. i saw the roadies running west as we piloted the van onto the road east that would connect us with the road going north towards home. when we got to that intersection, somehow the 2 roadies had gotten there ahead of us, so we let them in and took them back to the city. a few months later they robbed my house. about 6 months later one of them sodomized a guy with a tree branch and left him for dead. he did 30 yrs with no parole, no time off for good behavior. the other one had the same blood disease i do, and he overdosed on his meds one night and a blood vessel ruptured in his brain while he slept.
one band i was in the other guitar player constantly cheated on his g/f. i had a thing for her, so i naturally hated him for it. that's why didn't feel bad for him when he caught her in bed with all 5 members of a rival band, and jumped off of her 3rd floor balcony in a failed impromptu suicide attempt. the same guy later was living with a girl he met at a show. he started doing the mom too. the daughter got jealous and fought with the mom. the mom threw the daughter out of the house. we told him if he didnt fix it, we were gonna beat his ass. he moved out.
once, a groupie stol all the pics of me from our band's scrapbook. she was really hot, so i agreed to "meet" her. she came to a buddies house and got me really stoned on this awesome weed she had while we played records in the basement. i guess it relaxed me too much, cause i suddenly had to take a dump. i went upstairs and did my thing. on the way back down, as i came through the kitchen i noticed a sheetcake on the table. being stoned, i poured some milk and sat down to a slice of cake. before i knew what had happened all the cake and the milk were gone and i had no idea how much time had passed. i went downstairs and the girl was gone. i saw her a few times after that but she never spoke to me again.
so whatchoo got? any adventures you care to relate? i have more but i'll hold them for now. i want to read yours
i used to attend a monthy jam called the mountain band. we were 4 guitar players, 2 bass players, 2 drummers, and 3 singers. it was all original music, and was lots of fun. most songs, everyone was on stage at once but things were arranged to avoid mud.
another band i was in played a teen club around 1984 or so when rap was beginning to become stronger. we opened with 'nother thing comin. as soon as we began to play, kids started break dancing. the other guitar player (it was his band) stopped the music and told the audience if they didn't knock that sh17 off we would pack up and go. they wouldn't, so we did. we played a party for a rival band's celebration of getting signed, instead.
we once played a biker party where my amp caught fire and everyone initially thought it was part of the show. we rebuilt the cab from an 8x8 to a double 15 set up, swapped out the crispy tube head for a mash up of old floor model stereo/s.s. practice amp and continued to gig and save money for a new amp. the rig caught fire again, but we managed to save everything but the cab. i went and got a 4x10 peavey cab. hard to believe it could get uglier than it already was, but it did. when it caught fire AGAIN, we were thrown out of the bar, so we left the remains of it behind for them to dispose of.
we used to have 2 roadies who also acted as security. they were self-appointed, and i didn't like them. they started fights at every gig. we played a party on a farm one time. in the middle of a song, i looked up when i noticed everyone else had stopped playing.
the 2 roadies were backed into a corner by about 20 people. one was keeping them away by slashing at them with a knife, the other was frantically trying to get a window open to facilitate their escape. i immediately told the rest of the band to pack our stuff and load the van. i had no intention of taking those buttholes with us. the kids in the house had smashed into a gun cabinet and some others were chasing the roadies through the cornfields (already harvested, so there were no stalks) in their 4x4s. i saw the roadies running west as we piloted the van onto the road east that would connect us with the road going north towards home. when we got to that intersection, somehow the 2 roadies had gotten there ahead of us, so we let them in and took them back to the city. a few months later they robbed my house. about 6 months later one of them sodomized a guy with a tree branch and left him for dead. he did 30 yrs with no parole, no time off for good behavior. the other one had the same blood disease i do, and he overdosed on his meds one night and a blood vessel ruptured in his brain while he slept.
one band i was in the other guitar player constantly cheated on his g/f. i had a thing for her, so i naturally hated him for it. that's why didn't feel bad for him when he caught her in bed with all 5 members of a rival band, and jumped off of her 3rd floor balcony in a failed impromptu suicide attempt. the same guy later was living with a girl he met at a show. he started doing the mom too. the daughter got jealous and fought with the mom. the mom threw the daughter out of the house. we told him if he didnt fix it, we were gonna beat his ass. he moved out.
once, a groupie stol all the pics of me from our band's scrapbook. she was really hot, so i agreed to "meet" her. she came to a buddies house and got me really stoned on this awesome weed she had while we played records in the basement. i guess it relaxed me too much, cause i suddenly had to take a dump. i went upstairs and did my thing. on the way back down, as i came through the kitchen i noticed a sheetcake on the table. being stoned, i poured some milk and sat down to a slice of cake. before i knew what had happened all the cake and the milk were gone and i had no idea how much time had passed. i went downstairs and the girl was gone. i saw her a few times after that but she never spoke to me again.
so whatchoo got? any adventures you care to relate? i have more but i'll hold them for now. i want to read yours
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