well, there's the time around 85 the keyboard
player dumped a budweiser in his
memorymoog right before we was supposed
to play a 'showcase' night at the hotshit club in
champaign, ill. I have 2 or 3 other champaign
stories.
or this is a good one. also 80s. a guy out in
this small college town has this bar that
usually has local cover bands, but he likes
original music so he hires original groups he
wants to see every once in a while and eats
the cost. we need to bring our PA. "do we need
to bring our lighting rig, that's a bit extra?" nah,
we got some lights. right, we get there and
there's a couple bedside lamps duct taped
onto some pipes above the stage with those
yellow bug lights inserted for color. the crowd
hated it, they were an REO/BTO sorta crowd.
the owner dug it though. It was the night the
clocks changed back from daylight savings
time, so we ended up having to play an extra
hour. we coulda said phuckit, but it was either
walk out with the cash or have the 'manager'
screw around with collecting. plus pulling into
the hotel garage, we smashed the plywood
box on top of the van that held a bunch of the
gear and had to rig it back together in the
morning before continuing on.