Ten biggest reasons I hate gigging

[Commodore 64***]

You are scaring me.

Tentatively planning for our first gig in April. At an Eagles Club (I think I'm in what's called a "geezer band"). 4 sets ~8-9 songs per set. All covers except 2-3 originals.

[Eric***]

You are scaring me.

Tentatively planning for our first gig in April. At an Eagles Club (I think I'm in what's called a "geezer band"). 4 sets ~8-9 songs per set. All covers except 2-3 originals.

Maybe I should find myself a geezer band and cut my teeth on gigging that way. I would guess I could probably make the cut, but you never know.

[Commodore 64***]

Find a big one, like mine. There's 7 people (used to be 8) so you don't have to be perfect and on all the time.

[Ch0jin]

I really, really, really wish I could share a documentary I just saw last week with you. It was about an Australian punk band called 6FTHICK (pronounced six foot hick). THIS is the website for the doco. Like nothing else I have ever seen, this film shows just how much brutally hard work it can be playing rock and roll. The thing is though, even though after more than 13 years touring almost continuously and beating the hell out of themselves on stage (Literally! They put on the most high energy show I have ever, ever seen) they still seem to love it all. I came away from it thinking "I could never do that" It is a fantastic example of what people can and will do if they are absolutely fanatical about playing. They mention regularly driving from Brisbane to Sydney (1000km) to play a headline show, then they pack up and drive back just to save on accommodation.

[Eric***]

Find a big one, like mine. There's 7 people (used to be 8) so you don't have to be perfect and on all the time.

So what's the best way to find such a band?

[Tig***]

I can't stand gigging. There's just no sport in stabbing a suddenly blinded flounder with a pitchfork at night from a boat full of overhead lamps.
I like catching flounder with soft baits jigged off the bottom.
Oops, wrong forum!

[Spudman***]

Maybe I should find myself a geezer band and cut my teeth on gigging that way. I would guess I could probably make the cut, but you never know.

An open mic will sharpen you up faster. It's all spur of the moment, no rehearsal. Really makes you use your ears and get your shit together...Then get into a geezer band. You'll be smokin then.

[wingsdad]

Just to add some perspective to the discussion topic of the pros and cons of gigging, here's another pearl I snagged somewhere....long, but...

THE BOOK OF JOBBING (Translated from the original Sumerian)

And so it came to pass, during one date, that the Sidemen were assailed by Doubts, and Darkness descended upon the Bandstand. And the Leader turned to his quaking flock, and saith, "My children, why do you doubt me? Have I not led you through the Valley of the Loading Dock to the Great Land of Long Breaks, Hot Meals, and Undertime? Have I not banished the dreaded Macarena from the Set List, and allowed thee to Blow on selected numbers? Do we not play the Correct Changes for the Bridge of Girl From Impanema, and do we not play Motown selections at the Proper Tempi? And do I not pay you all equitably, neither overpaying the Chick Singers nor underpaying the Horn Players? And are there not Charts for the Horns, so that thou need not Fake Parts? So why doth thou protest when I call The Willie Nelson Song, or The Jackson 5 Ballad? Are they not preferable to Achy Breaky Heart or anything by Celine Dion? Wouldst thou rather suffer Flung Beverage Containers or Scowls and Hectoring by the Aunts and Uncles?”
And the Sidemen answered him, "But Father, we look out into the Dance Floor, and we see The Maelstrom; We fear the Youngsters with Pierced Body Parts, as well as the Ancient Ones with Canes and Walkers; Also do we fear the Bridesmaids with the Large Hair, and the Groomsmen with Cigars and Disheveled Tuxedos; Also do we fear the Relatives from the Great Southwest, as well as those from California, and from New York; Also do we regard with Fear and Loathing the Party Planner, and the Room Captain; But mostly do we fear the Bride, and Her Mother, who ruleth the Earth, yea, even above you, our Leader."
And the Leader looked and saw that this was true. And he took his Book, and he flung it into the Buffet Heaters; and he took his baton, and he broke it over his knee; and he took his Red Bow Tie, and he rent it asunder; and he turned to the Party Planner, and he said, "Now you have no power over me, Minion of Evil." And he turned to the Room Captain, and he said, "I will leave by the Lobby Entrance" And he turned to the Bride, and said, "Take thy Whitney Houston CD and place it where thy Groom may find it during your Honeymoon;" And he turned to the Bride's Mother and said, "Thy Daughter is a Spoiled Brat, and I hope that she soon Divorces her Callow Husband and returneth to live with thee with her three children for the rest of thy Natural Life" And he turned to the drummer and said, "The band is yours." And he went home and slept deeply and soundly, and arose the next day smiling, and began Making Calls to find work as a Sideman.

THE BAR MITZVAH

...And so it came to pass that as the 10th hour of the Day after Sabbath approached, the Leader did look upon his Children and say, "It is time to rest." And the Sidemen did rejoice, and repaired to the Room of Hiding. Then did appear the Party Planner, saying unto them, "I have news both good and bad." And the Sidemen did reply, "Tell us first of the Good News." And she replied, "There are dinners, and they are Chicken."
And the Sidemen did rejoice, and smacked their lips. But the Bass Player, being of a suspicious nature, did narrow his eyes and ask, "And what of the Bad News?" And the Party Planner, looking towards the floor, did say, "But there are not enough Meals, for you must share them with the Photographers and the Video Guy. Furthermore, thou must eat your meals in 10 minutes. And furthermore, there are no Utensils available to those of lowly caste, and so thou must eat with thy Hands." Whereupon a great lamentation arose from the Sidemen, reaching unto the very depths of the Temple. And the Leader heard, and came a-running. "My Children, why dost thou raise thy voices, so that even above the DJ you are heard?"
And the Bass Player did drop a dime on the Party Planner, saying "The Jezebel doth tease and mock us, even as does one to a mule with a carrot!" And a great Fury rose up in the Leader, as he was, as these things go, a Righteous Man. And he turned to the Party Planner and swore great oaths, and saith, "Thou thinkest to save a nickel here and a dime there, at the risk of our Relationship? What dost thou have for Brains? Shall I go unto the Father and tell him that his son David's Mitzvah will be interrupted while we send for Pizza?" And the Sidemen did cheer, as did the Photographers and the Video Guy.
And so the Party Planner did stammer and shuffle her feet, and summon her Flunkies, and many more meals were discovered, as well as Forks and Knives, and even Napkins. And there was Fish as well as Fowl, and even Vegetables and Fruits. And thus was David's Bar Mitzvah saved, and the Leader kept the respect and love of his Children, for at least another week.
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[wingsdad]

CREATION

And so in the dark of night the Lord awoke Noah, and spoke to him. "Noah, awake and heed my words!" And Noah, being sore, afraid and disoriented, did cry out, "Who goeth there?" And the Lord did smite him upside the head, saying, "It is the Lord of all things, dummy!"

And Noah did tremble, saying, "Lord, why hath thou wakened me?"

And the Lord did say, "Noah, build me a Casual Band. For the Earth will be visited by a plague of Brides, followed by forty days of Trade Shows and forty nights of Awards Banquets." And Noah did say, "Command me, Lord."

And the Lord did say, "First, thou must find me a Leader." And Noah replied, "But Lord, will I not be thy Leader?"

And the Lord did smite him again, saying, "Fool, thou will be my Contractor. Ask not why!"

And Noah did bow his head, saying, "Yes, my Lord. And what will this Leader play?"

And the Lord said, "It mattereth little, whether he play or not, or whether he be proficient or not. For his job shall primarily be to talk to the Brides and their Mothers, and to deal with Clients, and to count off Tempos wrong, and to inquire as to whether Overtime will happen, and to try to segue tunes that should not be segued. If he playeth any instrument, thou must always have another player of that instrument on the band, just to be safe."
And Noah did say, "And what else shall this Leader do?"
And the Lord replied, "It shall be his job to spread Bad Information and Confusion amongst the Sidemen, and to pit them one against the other, and to delay all payments. Further shall it be his job, until we can afford a Soundman, to create Feedback, and to invent new Equalization Curves therefore."
And Noah did shake his head in wonder, saying, "Lord, thy ways are Strange and mysterious. What more shall I do?"
And the Lord said, "Next, find me a Rhythm Section. First, find me a Drummer. And Three Things above all must this Drummer possess."
And Noah did ask, "What are these Three Things? Double Bass Drums? An Electronic Kit? Congas?"
And the Lord did smite Noah again, saying "Second-guess me not, my servant. First, this Drummer must have slightly imperfect time, so that whenever he playeth a Fill (and he shall play many), he always emergeth at a different place, sometimes early and sometimes late, but thou may not guess which. And second, he must be Supremely Discontent, always hoping for the Big Break which will lead to him playing with Chick Corea or Madonna, so that he despiseth Jobbing. And third, he must always be convinced of his Righteousness, in all things, including Time, Volume, Tempo and Feel, so that he argueth always with the Bass Player."
And Noah did say, "As you command, Lord. And what next?"
And the Lord did say, "Thou art learning, Noah. Next shall be the Bass Player. And he shall be Bored. That is all."
And Noah did say, "Of course. And next, my Lord?"
"Next shall be the Piano Player. And he shall play as if he has twenty fingers, and he shall ply Substitute upon Substitute, until no man may name the Chord, and he will not be helpful. Furthermore, he shall always be late. And he shall always be trying out New Gear, of which he has no knowledge."
And Noah did wonder aloud, "Lord, Great is thy Wisdom!"
"Next shall be the Guitar Player. And he shall be a Rock Guitar Player. And he shall be Loud, and he shall sing 'Old Time Rock n' Roll'. Also shall he know not The Page, and so shall rely upon his Ears, which have been damaged by exposure to High Sound Pressure Levels. For the Guitarists who Read shall already be playing Shows, and will be making the Big Shekels. And his tux shall be the Rattiest."
And Noah did say, "It shall be done."
And the Lord did say, "Next thou shall need Horns. First shall be the Saxophones. And they shall be Beboppers. And they shall play their Bird quotes in every song, yea, even the Celine Dion ballad. And they shall Get High on every break, and make the Long Faces all night long, but especially when 'In The Mood' is called. Next shall be the Trumpeters. And they shall every one attempt to take everything Up an Octave, and fail frequently. And of Changes they shall know nothing. And finally shall be the Trombone Player. And many jokes will be made about him, for he will have a Beeper, as well as a Day Job, and he will be the first to be Cut from the Band."
And Noah, taking many notes, did say, "Mighty is the Lord!"
"Next shall be the String Players. Find me Three Women, and attach Pickups to their Violins that are more ancient even than Myself, so that their instruments screecheth and causeth great pain. And their job shall be to dress in Evening Gowns, and to Fake Parts on all Ballads, and to occasionally Stroll, and to complain about the Volume, and the Intonation, and to impede the Swing."
And Noah did say, "What else can be left, Lord?"
And the Lord did say, "Finally, find me the Singers. And they shall be Three, one a Male, and two Females. And the Male shall be a Strutting Peacock, with the Rock 'N Roll Hair, and he shall never have to wear The Tuxedo, and also shall he play The Harmonica. And of the Females, one shall be Black and one shall be White. And the Black one shall ALWAYS sing the Aretha songs, and the Disco. And the White one shall ALWAYS sing the Power Ballads, and the Country Songs. But both shall share the Motown Medley, and shall sing Backup for the Male, and forget the Words, and be Late, and know nothing of Keys or Form. And they shall leave every gig immediately, having never touched a piece of Equipment. And they shall be paid many more shekels than the Sidemen. Ask not why."
And Noah did say, "As Thou sayest, my Lord."
And the Lord did command him, "Search high and low for these, as not every musician can fulfill these requirements. And though we have No Work yet, a Commitment must be secured from All. And while you're at it, start looking for Subs."
And Noah did say, "Lord, thy will be done." And it was.

[wingsdad]

GOD CREATES SIDEMEN

And so the great Leader Nebulon did embark upon a search for suitable Sidemen for his orchestra, and he could find none; for in those days there were not many, and those that he could find were already working; Some worked the Ark with the House of Noah, and some had the house gig at The Walls of Jericho. And many played behind the scat-singing team of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednago. So Nebulon did return to the Lord and saith, “Lord, there are many musicians, but no Sidemen!”, and he rent his clothing.

And the Lord did say, “Shmuck! Have you looked everywhere? Did you call the Union?”

And Nebulon did say, “Lord, I have looked high and low, especially low, and only one or two could I find. What shall I do?” And the Lord did afflict Nebulon with boils, saying “Leave me to think on this!” And just to buy some time he did also visit a plague of locusts on Egypt.
And the Lord did summon a league of Angels, and sent them forth over the land, commanding them to find him some Sidemen. And the Angels did go to the four corners of the earth, but the only unemployed Sideman they could find was one holy man in India who did play the horn with the slide.
So with great fear the Angels did return to the Lord with the bad news, and filled with wrath he was. “How can this be? At one time the world did teem with Sidemen, as a dead oxen does with maggots!”
And the Angels did say, “Lord, many left the business, many have become idiots, and some have even become Leaders, and no Leader will work for another Leader.” So the Lord did cause drought for 40 days while he thought, and the answer came to him. He did recall that there was a factory, part of his Beasts Of The Field, Inc. division that was in disuse. For it had been used to create golems, for which there had been no great demand, and so He had closed down the operation. And He thought, “We can retool, and start turning out Sidemen”.
And so it was done, and the Sidemen started rolling off the assembly line. But somehow a remnant of the golem program remained, and the Sidemen did come out acting unpredictably. Some stammered and stuttered, some talked to themselves under their breath, and some would not bathe. Some refused to shave their beards or to have their hair shorn, and some refused to wear the Jobbing Toga. And some wore the Toga, but left them crumpled in their chariots in between Gigs, or slept in them, or wore Togas from eons past, with ruffles. And some did not believe in maps, and wandered the land aimlessly looking for the Gig, and some did not believe in the use of the hourglass, and arrived at the Gig whenever they chose. And some loved the wine of dates, and some loved the burning of hemp. And some were created without ears, and some with knuckles where their eyebrows should be.
And some did worship the gods Trane, Jaco, Mahavishnu and Ornette, and mocked their Leaders. And some did steal food from the buffet line, yea, even before the Guests had dined. And some did try to lay with the Chick Singers, and some with the Guests. And some did not Read, and some could only Read, and not Blow. And some had no Social skills, and some had no Musical skills. And many of them were Dark, not in pigmentation of the skin, but in the Outlook on Life. But every once in a while the line did produce a Perfect Sideman; One who followed orders without question; One who showed up on time; One who wore the Toga; One whose chariot always ran; One who Knew Tunes; But these Perfect Sidemen were few and far between, and besides their eyes were glazed, and they were shunned, for they were Boring, and knew not how to Hang. And soon the land teemed with Sidemen milling about, looking for Gigs, complaining and whining and arguing and occasionally stabbing each other in the back.
And the Lord looked down upon his work, and said, “It will do”.
And so it was that a decree was issued by The Office of Noah to the leader Nebulon, and Nebulon gathered his minions together. "Rejoice!" he said, "for we have a Job! And it is during the afternoon of a weekday, and it is the slow season!" And the men of the House of Nebulon did rejoice. "Is it a wedding?" one asked. "Is it a mitzvah?" cried another. "Is it a war?" tremulously asked another. "No, my children, it is a Corporate Gig. The client is the Pharaoh Ramesses, and it is the Dedication of his new Pyramid Complex!"
And the men did dance for joy. "Gather your finest raiment and marshall the chariots, for we leave immediately!” cried Nebulon, "for we must cross the desert in order to make the gig on time!"
And the musicians of Nebulon did scurry to their hovels and gather their finest clothing, and their instruments, and their water-bags and cheese-wheels, and all set off across the Great Desert, and their number was great. Presently they arrived at The Pyramid Complex, whereupon they were stopped by a Warrior. "What business have you here?" he asked, eyeing the horde with suspicion. "We have no need of more slaves, as the Pyramids are completed."
"We have come to provide music for the Pharaoh," Nebulon told the guard. "I am the Great Leader Nebulon, of the House of Noah the Contractor." "Wait here," the guard said, and rode off to get clearance.
Two days did the host of Nebulon wait until the guard returned, saying, "You are to go to the Pyramid of Cheops for your Security badges."
"Our thanks, esteemed guardian," said Nebulon, and they set off for the Pyramid of Cheops. And it was not until the setting of the sun that they arrived at the Pyramid of Cheops. "We are of The House of Noah the Contractor, and we have arrived to play music for the great Pharaoh 5 days hence. We have come for our Security badges."
"Wait here," the guard said, and rode off for instructions. At dawn he returned with a scroll of papyrus. "Enter here all of your names, as well as descriptions of your musical instruments, and the license plates of your chariots, and the names of your horses." With much grumbling this was done. And each man was given a medallion of copper to wear about his neck at all times, upon penalty of death. "And now thou art to take your chariots to the Pyramid of Khufu, there to unload your equipment."
"And we are to perform there?" asked Nebulon, with hope in his voice. "Truly I know not," saith the guard, "but I have heard whispers in the winds that the pageant is to be held at the Pyramid of Gizeh." "Then may we not take our instruments and chariots directly to that Pyramid?" "It is not my job to know anything," the guard said, and wandered off to cook a jackal to break his fast.
And so the men went to the Pyramid of Khufu, and indeed were made to unload their instruments, the horns of brass and the reeds, and the drums and cymbalons, and the bells and ouds and zithars and santours and zarbs, and made to carry them by hand to the Pyramid of Gizeh, a mile away.
And when they had arrived at the Pyramid of Gizeh with their horns of brass and the reeds, and the drums and cymbalons, and the bells and ouds and zithars and santours and zarbs, they were met by a Flunky who inquired of Nebulon, "Art thou the band?" And this is how Nebulon acquired the name He Who Seeth Not The Forest For The Trees, for he replied, "Yes, we are."
The Flunky looked them over with dismay, for they were dusty and their feet bled and were bound by rags. "I think I shall put you in the corner."
So the Men of Nebulon did set up their instruments, their horns of brass and the reeds, and the drums and cymbalons, and the bells and ouds and zithars and santours and zarbs, in the corner, and settled in to wait for the appearance of the Pharaoh. But presently did appear a stunning young woman who sniffed the air with suspicion, and asked for Nebulon. "Who told thou to set up here?" she cried. "This is all wrong!"
"But it was certainly your Flunky who instructed us thus," moaned Nebulon, prostrating himself at her feet.
"No, no, and no! You will have to move to the other side of the Pyramid!"
"But is that not the side that the sun shines on at noon?" cried a sideman. "That is no concern of mine," said the Party Planner. "That is where you will look the best." "But is that not next to the Plain of Camel-Herders, who curse and beat their animals all day long?" cried another sideman. "Then thou will have to play loud, I guess," said the Painted Woman. "And is not the pageant to take place here?" asked Nebulon. "Yes, but thou are hired merely for atmosphere. And by the way, where are your turbans? Did we not ask for turbans? Get thee hence!"
And she left to consort with a hyena, and the men of Nebulon got hence. And so for three days the Band of Nebulon did play in the sun for the Camel-Herders and the occasional lost guest, and for the jackals and vultures, and during the night they were assailed by the Women Who Sold Themselves and by Thieves and Cut-throats. And they ate sand and the occasional sand-rat, and had no wine to drink. And some of the men did slip away into the night to become Bedouins, and to raid caravans.
And on the last day of the gig did finally appear the Great Pharaoh Ramesses, who looked drunkenly upon them, and inquired of no one in particular, "We had a band?" And then he staggered back to his guests. And so it was that The House of Noah the Contractor and The House of Nebulon the Bandleader were able to say that they had worked for The Great Pharaoh.
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[wingsdad]

And so it came to pass that the bandleader Nebulon, He Who Seeeth Not The Forest For The Trees, did take the Chick Singer Shriekula (she who had commanded that the Drummer Valentino be flayed alive, boiled in oil, and rent asunder by crazed horses for playing the Samba beat during her rendition of Misty; she who hath a vibrato so wide that one could drive a legion of chariots through) for his wife, and he began a Dynasty. And Shriekula did bear him three sons, named Macarena, Rubato, and Sid. And in time did these sons grow into men, and have families of their own.
And Macarena begat Tarantella, who begat a daughter, Hora, and a son, Zorba.
And Hora begat Havah Nagilah, Tzena Tzena, and Simon Tov.
And Zorba begat a Great House, including Volari, Rico Suavi, Achy Breaky, Hokey Pokey, Chim Chim Cheree, Slidus Electricus, Lichtensteiner Polka, Disco, and the three idiot sons, Jump, Jive, and Wail. And from this House did also descend Freebird (the drunkard), Danny Boy (the weeper), Mack (the Knife), LeRoy Brown (he who was Bad Twice), New York New York, Auld Lang Syne, Impanema, La Bamba, and others too numerous to name (including the House of Andrew Lloyd Weber, which ruled the world during the terrible period known as The Dark Ages).
And the second son, Rubato, did sire the sons Largo and Lento.
And Largo begat Ritard, who begat Fermata, who begat Arrythmia. And Arrythmia begat the twin sons, Tempo Erratica and Tempo Nebulous (named after his Great-Grandfather). And the twin Tempos did sire many children, including Lachrymosa, Turgid, Dirge, Somnambula, Quaalude and Sominex.
Lento, the other son of Rubato, did begat Rallantando and L'istesso, and Rallantando begat Poco, and Poco begat Con Brio, and Con Brio begat Vivaci, and L'istesso begat Allegro, and Allegro begat Presto.

And the third son, Sid, did not enter the Study of Music, preferring to work in The Office.
And he began his own Dynasty, sending the Bands of the House of Nebulon to the far reaches of the Earth, to perform at banquets and weddings and Mitzvahs and wars and natural disasters.
(Translator's note: It is believed that it was the House of Nebulon which provided bands for the destruction of Pompeii, the burning of Rome, the assassination of Julius Caesar, the fall of Constantinople, and the Mongol campaigns of Genghis Khan; a House of Nebulon band may also have been the house band for the Tower of Babel. Another House of Nebulon band evidently missed making the cruise of Noah's Ark due to a chariot jam.)
And Sid begat Morris (known as Mo), who begat Max, who begat Irving (known as Irv), who begat Mickey, who begat Abraham (known as Abe). And this line did Prosper, long after the rest of the House of Nebulon had passed into history.

And the House of Sid did take 15% off the top until the end of time.

Thus Reads The Holy Gospel.

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[Commodore 64***]

Eric, I found a small music shop that is run by an unpretentious, nice guy (as opposed to the other shop in town who told me I should spend money on lessons instead of the guitar I was looking at). And I signed up for lessons. A few months later, the store had a "Rock Band" event...where students could sign up to do two concerts at the end of the summer. I signed up. He "found" some other "adult students" (only one other person was a student) and we did like 5 songs. I didn't realize I was auditioning throughout the 6 rehearsals and 2 concerts until he asked me to be in his band.

They are truly supportive of me, warts and all. I have no experience singing and even less "feel" for singing than I do for guitar...but they make sure I sing a few songs (The Weight, Bad Moon Rising, Brown Eyed Girl, and a 2nd verse of Soul Man) even though I'm awful. They must be desperate, but screw it. I'm learning a lot more and faster, too. Nothing like a 4 hour rehearsal to build hand strength and muscle memory.

[Eric***]

Eric, I found a small music shop that is run by an unpretentious, nice guy (as opposed to the other shop in town who told me I should spend money on lessons instead of the guitar I was looking at). And I signed up for lessons. A few months later, the store had a "Rock Band" event...where students could sign up to do two concerts at the end of the summer. I signed up. He "found" some other "adult students" (only one other person was a student) and we did like 5 songs. I didn't realize I was auditioning throughout the 6 rehearsals and 2 concerts until he asked me to be in his band.

They are truly supportive of me, warts and all. I have no experience singing and even less "feel" for singing than I do for guitar...but they make sure I sing a few songs (The Weight, Bad Moon Rising, Brown Eyed Girl, and a 2nd verse of Soul Man) even though I'm awful. They must be desperate, but screw it. I'm learning a lot more and faster, too. Nothing like a 4 hour rehearsal to build hand strength and muscle memory.

Hmm. Maybe I should find a music store and hang out there. It would probably be better than the failed craigslist adventures I've gone through.

[FusedGrooves]

LOL'd

Elsewhere here I've stated I've just started busking. To my absolute surprise I made as much as I did as I did with my share of the $ from the bands I used to play in, which were very amateur bands BTW. So I made more coin. TICK

I also bought a PA. 'Lugging' it around is probably a bit rich. It has wheels and a handle. I park my car out front of the shop so I have to 'lug' it all of about 3 metres. TICK.

I can play anything I want, no rehearsals. Make up songs on the spot and roll with it. TICK.

95% of MY audience (again suprisingly) have given me great feedback. My 2 favourites were (this one from the lovely young thing behind the counter
"You look a bit like a younger Sting and your music sounds like a cross between Sting and Mark Knopfler" and then this from a passerby
"Is that a Tommy Emmanual cover...?" (no it was not) > "because I love your music, it's not quite as ferocious as Tommy E"
Honestly I think she was trying to find a nice way of saying 'You're not as good as Tommy E' but hey I'll take it ! Especially over your 5% of audience who like the music! I haven't had a single request for Justin Beiber, 2Pac or even Yngie Malmsteen. Even if they did ask I'd simply shrug and tell em to listen to music with soul.....oh I bet that'll get me some hating from Malmsteen fans (and I own all his CDs LMAO! How hypocritcal of me.......! TICK TICK TICK!

Maybe you should go busking dude!

[deeaa*]

Well...the gig went well by us, but horribly wrong as regards the audience.

We literally played the first chords, and half the people left. I guess it was just too loud for them...and we didn't even amplify the drums any, just a little kickdrum thru the PA. IMO it sounded real nice..I'll probably post a video of some song later.

Anyway, during the first 5 minutes half the audience just left. And during the 2nd song half of what was left went on their way. And it continued, till by the last songs there was literally nobody there. So we cut the set short by three songs.

Then the other band came, and they fared a little better as they had 3 people in the audience, although they also left by the mid-set.

Well, it was quite a normal gig then....

[NWBasser]

Dee, I'm sorry to hear that things didn't go so well.

I hope that you can find an outlet with an appreciative audience for your music.

[Eric***]

Wow, that would certainly be demotivating. Sorry it turned out that way.

[deeaa*]

Yeah, well, it's just as I knew it would be...9 times out of ten it's more or less like that in my experience, if you play original music and not covers.

Very very rare that you get appreciation from the audience. Probably the best bet to get some of it if you're warming up for some big band that plays similar music, but even then, it's like people will ask when shall the main act start and 'ok we'll get there by then'...the warmup band get a slowly increasing crowd and with some luck a good welcome as well. But, in this case neither band was a big name...I heard a lot of people check out the door sign and go 'Oh there's some bands tonight, should we go somewhere else?'. I can't help but wonder if more people would have been there originally if there had been no mention there is live music. I get the feeling lots of people are driven away by that, they don't WANT live music in bars.

Still, in this case I think the biggest reason is we're just too loud for them kids..they're not used to such loud rock. I fear loud rock is something those 15-18 year olds simply don't listen to. They only know Lady GaGa etc. Even if we don't mic the drums the snare will still pump out something like 120db and my amp even in 18W mode too ain't quiet enough for them. We played quieter than we do at the rehearsal place, and I didn't even need earplugs at all - also the bar owner said it was loud but pleasantly just like rock should be, and the staff seemed to like our music fine, but still it was obvious most of the crowd felt it was way too loud for them, many of them instantly slammed their hands on their ears when we started. Should have an electric kit and some PODs probably, the only way we could get it quiet enough, LOL

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Okay, here's a horribly distorted clip of one of the bluesy jam spots from the yesterday's gig...despite the bad quality and gig, I still loved the way the Ceriatone wailed there :-)

You can hardly make it out, but I played the entire gig with that used-to be turquoise 'Dee-constructed' Squier w/single EMG85.