Leaves Russell had a show booked at a beautiful venue right in the heart of Downtown Portland. This place was gorgeous. High ceilings, deep red curtains, candlelight... Our kinda venue.
Our manager had it worked out over a month in advance that it was a three band bill. An opener, Leaves Russell, and a closer. We were told to load in at 6pm for sound check (Doors open at 8pm. Showtime at 9pm) We arrived right on time to meet the soundguy. Immediately after we introduced ourselves he told us that we were the last band. Typically we let this kinda shit slide, but it was a Thursday night, and I've known the closing act to have a history of fucking over other bands to promote themselves. I wasn't about to take the final slot on a weeknight. After a few minutes of the soundguy arguing with us about the order, and us completely unwilling to sway from what we originally agreed, we settled on us going second like we planned. Then he told us that the middle band doesn't get a full sound check. Just a line check. We showed up three hours early for nothing.
Then the show started...
Turns out the first band up has the same name of another local Portland band. The band advertised was a heavy, almost industrial instrumental rock. Definitely not what one would expect to play at a Leaves Russell show. But the band that was actually booked was a cool, funky band... Kinda reminded me of Little Feat. The soundman was outside for about 90% of their set. The band had multiple lead singers, and there was no one to bring up whichever lead was up.
After they finished, it was our turn. We set our gear onstage, and waited for duder to mic up our gear and do our line check. The fuckhead was on the phone for a good ten minutes while we waited to do our line check. Once he finished with his call, he gave us our line check in front of the crowd with no house music playing. It was very uncomfortable, but we went on to play our set without any incidents.
Third band went up and started to play their set. After I finished packing up my drums I went over next to the soundbooth to watch the last band. Oddly enough, the soundguy was actually at his station this time. He turned out to be a real friendly guy, and loved Leaves Russell. I talked with him for a few minutes while the last band was playing. We eventually got on the topic of the band he should have been running sound for at the time. He told me that he was having a hell of a time getting the cello player to come through the system. She only had a mic on the instrument instead of an onboard pickup, and the mic was picking up the drums, and other amps onstage. He said "Here look at this" and boosted the cello channel on the mixer to the point of loud screeching feedback, then brought it back down, and continued to tell me about how the cello wasn't coming through the PA. He did this DURING THE BANDS SET! What a fucking douchebag.
Finally the show ended, and it was time to settle up for the night. Our frontman was given the runaround from 3 different people trying to find the manager of the venue to get paid. Every one of them would say "Oh, let me text him and see if he's around." We got dicked around for over an hour before we just gave up and went home.
Out of all the gigs I've played, that was one of them.
Don't Sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.
Love my bands:
Leaves Russell Theatrical alt-rock with classical influences
Commonly Courteous Fun and funky rock