Gigs from Hell Stories...

[nuke_diver]

That was probably my worst day on stage. Good times.

[Arr0wHead]

I've got a few, but I'm not feeling like I could tell a good story right now. For starters though, there was the show in N.H. where random skinhead kids from the bar stood there at the front of the stage and repeatedly heil-ing us. Wicked creepy.

 

Then there was the acoustic gig I took at a bar nearby. My songbooks, charts, and cheat sheets were all stolen the day before the gig, so I decided to play anyway and just do what I remembered and fill space with originals. Every original, the guys at the bar would yell "play something WE know!" through the whole song. Turns out the covers I remembered barely filled 45 minutes. The bartender felt so bad for me she gave me beer free, paid me in full, and let me pack up early.

 

Then there was the show at Northern Lights in NY. There was this incredibly cute little blond girl who kept jumping into the pit and doing insane spin kicks and moshing her ass off. I was so excited to see someone getting into it, I egged it on and told the audience they were all getting showed up by the little girl. The pit exploded up front during the next song, and afterward the girl was gone. I asked where she went, and a kid yelled up "SHE BROKE HER ARM AND WENT TO THE HOSPITAL" oops.

 

There was a night I got fired, went to a bar and got drunk, and realized there was an open mic going on. Grabbed my guitar (I was parked right outside) and signed on, then got even MORE drunk. Went on, and have no recollection of it. That's okay though, cause for weeks after people kept recognizing me as the "guy from t.v.". Turns out it was filmed for public access, and played on t.v. many times a day for weeks. This is in the day where you needed to keep your t.v. on 3 to use your vcr, so every time someone went to load at tape in they'd likely see my ugly beet-red mug slurring it's way through a couple tunes in a sweaty dress shirt.

 

I've got a lot more, from the opening band that threw pickled pig parts at everyone to the night slam-chops, my inflatable sheep, died in a mosh pit accident.

[Alecto]

Thats freakin cool!!

Not really.

My booking agent gets me this gig in the ass end of Hamilton, this new bar that just opened up called the Red Light Lounge. He tells it it's a good place, he's booked other bands in there and they always treat them well. We're thinking: okay, weird name, but whatever.

We arrive, the first thing we notice is the 16 monitors all playing a continuous loop of {censored} scenes spliced together from pornos; the damn thing never repeated the entire time we were there. My bassist (AKA my wife) is less than impressed.

There are also three women hanging around, not doing anything. At first I think they're extra waitresses, then I notice one of them is really skinny, yellow eyes and bad skin. We all look at her and go, "Junkie."

The bar owner shows up: black silk shirt, tight jeans, cowboy boots, greasy mullet cut, silver earring, basically looks like your stereotypical porn producer. He chats with us about his plans to open a sex shop next door, a fetish shop next to that, essentially take over the whole block.

He says, "Hey, after the show, why don't you guys come down to the VIP room? We'll party down there, get some girls, play topless volleyball, blah-blah-blah . . ." I make polite noises, but I'm not a cokehead and I'm happily married. On the plus side, they did give us a good-sized appetizer plate, gratis.

After soundcheck, our sound dog comes up from the men's room, saying, "You won't believe what I just saw!" Some guy was in the VIP room (next to the bathrooms) getting busy with Junkie Girl. At that point, I'm starting to figure out the 3 girls hanging 'round the bar aren't really waitresses.

We play 3 sets, a mix of covers and originals. We go over well; the crowd likes us. However, just before closing time (2 am), 2 big black guys walk in, dressed identically in black and gold track suits: clearly gang colours. They go into the kitchen to chat with the owner. We finish up our set, break our {censored} down and I go to find out about getting paid. Guess what? We have to talk with the owner . . . who's busy having a little chat with these two guys.

I'd made friends with the bouncer: a black guy built like a Sherman tank. I go to him and I say, "Listen, I have a 2 hour drive ahead of me, it's 2:30 in the morning. Can I go interrupt this conversation and get my cash?"

He looks at me, eyes wide, and says, "I'm too scared to go in there right now!"

I'm immediately on the phone to my booking agent, telling him what's going down. He pooh-poohs my concerns, says the venue has been great to other bands, but tells me to keep him informed.

Finally, 2:45 rolls around (remember, I have a 2-hour drive back to Toronto ahead of me!). The owner has disappeared but the bar manager says she can pay me. She says, "I can give you $150 cash, but pay the rest ($250) in cheque. Is that okay?" At this point, I just want to get the {censored} out of there.

She also says we put on a really great show and she'd love to have us back. I make polite noises, but I'm thinking, "No {censored}ing way!"

This is when 3 monstrous mother{censored}ers walk in: the smallest one is about 6'4", 300lbs and it's all muscle. They want to talk to the owner, right {censored}ing now. The bar manager says she doesn't know where he is; I walk out to the main bar to see everyone running for the parking lot like rats fleeing a sinking ship. We're in two cars and my sound dog is calling me on my cell all the way to the highway, going, "Are you guys okay? Are you safe? Is anyone following you?"

Two weeks later, my booking agent calls me, apologizing profusely. He had dismissed my concerns and booked another band in there: they had confirmed everything we'd said, and then some. The owner was running a prostitution ring out of the bar and he was $80,000 in debt to the Hell's Angels. The bar had closed suddenly, all paycheques for the last month (including ours) had bounced, and the owner had disappeared; I suspect he's entertaining the fishes at the bottom of Lake Ontario.

[Cobalt Blue]

That's okay though, cause for weeks after people kept recognizing me as the "guy from t.v.". Turns out it was filmed for public access, and played on t.v. many times a day for weeks.

 

 

LOL

[ashtray]

Oh, where do I start? Ok - I don't have any great stories, but lots of gigs where I ask myself "why am I doing this again?":

There's the outdoor gig in October, at night, about 35 degrees outside. Everyone is huddled around a bonfire, and we're 100' away on stage, freezing. Can't feel my fingers, and my hands are kinda frozen half closed. Real fun.

There's the gig for a local University reunion that was at a nice restaraunt - we ate beforehand, and racked up a huge bill (about 5x what our pay was for the gig!) - then we went to play, and no one wanted to hear us. We were too loud. We reduced the PA to just one speaker on volume 1, put pads on all the drum stuff, and had our guitars as low as they could go - still too loud.

Another gig where in the middle of a song the drummer notices his teenage daughter is missing from the audience - he jumps off the kit and rushes outside - talks to some people, then runs off to a nearby dark alleyway. I follow closely behind him, ready to back him up. The rest of the band is just standing there on stage going "what the frick?". We return 15 minutes later...

Played a private gig at someone's house throwing a party. It was obvious halfway through that there was some heavy drug use going on - and some of the band members brought their young (age 2-6) children to the gig, and were playing in a back room. We ended our last set, but they wanted us to keep on playing - which we agreed to, for an additional fee. In the end we got paid and got out of there - only to notice they ONLY paid us the additional fee, and not the original price! They were too high and misunderstood or something - never did get paid for it, and were just happy to get out of there (get the kids home and safe!).

But the worst gig... playing for a church event where they had the band in one room (the school gym - to be used as a large dance floor?) and the food was in another room. They bussed in a few busloads of people from our "sister church", which was in the projects. What happened quickly became us playing in the gym to a room full of kids that didn't want to be there while their parents ate in the other room. They started playing with soccer balls, and anything else they could find in the gym - no adults around besides us - so we had to babysit a room full of inner city kids. Sure enough the soccer ball got launched on stage and through the drummer's kit. We packed up and got out of there. We were playing for free as it was!

[Mr_GoodBomb]

Worst weekend of shows...

I'm in two bands, one has great music but can't seem to get their {censored} together and do things professionally, the other has good songs, I think, but a little more straightforward, but we get more shows because we can manage it and the singer/guitarist keeps everything in order. We'll call them band A ({censored} together) and band B ({censored} not as together).

We (band A) had three shows booked for a weekend, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. The first was 5 hours from home, the second was 4 or so hours from there, and the second was 3 or 4 from there, and 2 and a half to three from home. We'd either rent hotels or stay with friends those two nights. The other band (band B) was booked for the first and third night, and they'd just hang out for the second night and travel with us (separate vehicles).

Basicly the day we'd be leaving, the singer of band B told me they didn't wanna do the first show, because they'd have to do all that drive just to sit around the second show, so they wanted to bail and just play the third show (which was the best venue, and would have the bigger crowd, most likely). It turned into an argument, because it would make band A look bad because we booked band B. I eventually said fine, {censored} it, I won't be booking any more shows for band B, and I'd see them at the Sunday show.

Then, the big snow storm hit. You know, the first really big one we got before Christmas. Several feets of snow, all weekend. Well, band A went anyway, and it added a few extra hours to the drive (driving 35mph on the highway to remain safe, as every mile or so we passed a wrecked car).

The first show sucked. There was no crowd, the club did zero promoting (they call them "DIY shows," you bring everything but the most basic and lousy of PAs, including the audience, which is tough for a bunch of non-local bands), and we weren't getting paid at all, not even for gas. Our friends had played there and said it was fun, but they did a legitimate show on the second floor on their real stage with real promotion, where as we were doing this unpaid "DIY" show. We ended up staying in the retirement community of a girl I made nice with at the bar's grandmother, slept on the couch from about 3am to 8am, and then got back on the road.

The second show was three bands... Us (band A), the band from the DIY show the night before, and a friend's band. Both of the other bands were local, and they both bailed after we were already there and set up. So, we played as the only band on the roster. How we had done over 10 hours or driving and made it there despite the snow and the two local bands couldn't make it a few miles was beyond us. The audience was very small. Whatever, we stayed in a hotel and got paid a little, maybe enough for gas, and the next night would be the awesome show. I called band B to make sure all was good before bed.

In the morning, we got up, got ready, and got back on the road. I called band B early to make sure all was well. They told me the roads weren't safe to travel. I had the bandmates call a few friends from back home, they said the roads weren't great, but lots of people were getting around just fine, and we knew we had driven all weekend and we safe. Called back an hour later, they said they absolutely weren't coming. Get to the venue, and the second band from the night before, who were the third band on the third day's roster, weren't coming either. So, again, we were the only band. The venue cancelled the show. We called the owner and told him we were outside, he opened the doors and the show was back on, except no one knew it. So, we played, literally, just for the staff, and didn't get paid.

I wanted to quit band B after band A went through so much {censored} and made it back alive. I was furious. That was the worst show weekend ever.




Worst management?

I've posted this here before. Long story short, we played a show an hour away with three other bands, and were promised $200 all together (between four bands) for playing til 2am. We played, and as we were leaving, the member of the other band who put the show together asked the owner when we'd get paid. The owner said he had to see how much he made from the bar, and if it was over the minimum they set to expect from nights they pay bands on, he'd pay us within a week. This was all new information. He also wanted us, or one of the band members since we're all friends out of those four groups, to come back in a week or so to get payment. It was an hour away. We were pretty pissed, so we left and went to eat. The friend who set the show up realized he left his debit card at the bar. He went back and the owner said they didn't make enough to warrant paying us (something like $1500 from the bar I believe was minimum, as there was no door charge). He said "I'm sorry, was I not clear enough before?" in this passive-aggressive way. There was nothing to be unclear about. $200. 4 bands. Play til 2am. Get paid then. So, we weren't getting paid at all when we probably, between all four bands, spent a good chunk of what we were expecting to get on gas alone, and probably over that including the meal we had got afterwards (Waffle House). They went back and forth until the scumbag owner handed over $150 and said "never come back." Don't worry, we won't.

[Telenator]

I just played a gig Friday where there was another party going on in another room behind us. The DJ was so frickin loud the sound came right through the wall and had me checking my tuning constantly. We're playing a fast sond while the beat comes thunder through the wall from the DJ at a completely different tempo. It was hell!

[HanSolo]

Not the worst, but memorable. Posted this a while back, but back in highschool in the 70's my buddies and I practiced real hard, auditioned and got our first gig, a high school sockhop.

Our playlist was little short but we figured we could stretch the songs out and get through it. We opened up with "I Got a Line On You" and forgot the second verse and ended the song abruptly. The crowd had this WTF? look on their faces.

My Gibson Fuzz tone was cold from sitting overnight in the car (winter). We tried to play "Fire" by Hendrix and all that came out of my Super Reverb were farting sounds. I changed the battery and stuck the fuzz tone down the front of my pants to try and warm it up while we switched to play the Cryin' Shames version of "Heat Wave".

I looked over at our bass player (who we affectionately called Lurch because of an uncanny resemblance to the Adams family character) and he was playing with his back to the crowd with his eyes closed. I went over to him and asked what's up? He wouldn't open his eyes and said "This is so bad, they're going to start throwing pennies any time now (the universally accepted "you suck" gesture in the day!) and if I ding up my bass (a Gibby EBO) my parents will kill me!

We ran through our song list by break, came back and played 'em all over again, longer and louder. No one seemed to care and no one threw pennies. We blew out the speakers in a pair of Wilder PA columns we borrowed ( used a bandmaster head as PA). By the end of the night they were making hoking sounds like a flock of geese flying overhead. We {censored} bricks all the way home trying to figure out how we were going to pay for them.

[stevenjuel]

Not the worst, but memorable. Posted this a while back, but back in highschool in the 70's my buddies and I practiced real hard and got our first gig, a high school sockhop. We auditioned and got the gig. Our playlist was little short but we figured we could stretch the songs out and get through it. We opened up with "I Got a Line On You" and forgot the second verse and ended the song abruptly. The crowd had this WTF? look on their faces. My Gibson Fuzz tone was cold from sitting overnight in the car (winter). We tried to play "Fire" by Hendrix and all that came out of my Super Reverb were farting sounds. I changed the battery and stuck the fuzz tone down the front of my pants to try and warm it up while we switched to play the Cryin' Shames version of "Heat Wave". I looked over at our bass player (who we affectionately called Lurch because of an uncanny resemblance to the Adams family character) and he was playing with his back to the crowd with his eyes closed. I went over to him and asked what's up? He wouldn't open his eyes and said "This is so bad, they're going to start throwing pennies any time now (the universally accepted "you suck" gesture in the day!) and if I ding up my bass (a Gibby EBO) my parents will kill me! We ran through our song list by break, came back and played 'em all over again, longer and louder. No one seemed to care and no one threw pennies. We blew out the speakers in a pair of Wilder PA columns we borrowed ( used a bandmaster head as PA). By the end of the night they were making hoking sounds like a flock of geese flying overhead. We {censored} bricks all the way home trying to figure out how we were going to pay for them.

 

 

what the hell is a sock hop?

[Ralph onion]

25 years ago we played in a dance hall above a restaurant in Honey Grove, TX, that's East Texas, cotton country and very very red neck. On the way to the gig we started drinking peppermint schnaps and arrived pretty much in a haze. Thankfully we didnt get bombarded with beer bottles but we did get soaked with beer. Half hour into the first set our music went to hell in a handbag, slop, and we were asked to leave and never come back even as a paying customer. We did get paid the full amount with some bickering. I went back a few days later to apologize to the owner and return the money and as soon as he saw me he chased me down the stairs and all the way to my car, yelling and screaming. Needless to say we never went back again.

[HanSolo]

what the hell is a sock hop?

 

 

Back in the stone ages, no street shoes were allowed on the gym floor. They made us kids take our shoes off and dance on the gym floor in our socks.

[Steadfastly]

Two weeks later, my booking agent calls me, apologizing profusely. He had dismissed my concerns and booked another band in there: they had confirmed everything we'd said, and then some. The owner was running a prostitution ring out of the bar and he was $80,000 in debt to the Hell's Angels. The bar had closed suddenly, all paycheques for the last month (including ours) had bounced, and the owner had disappeared; I suspect he's entertaining the fishes at the bottom of Lake Ontario.

 

 

I wonder why you didn't leave when you saw what it was like and what took you so long to figure it out.

[Alex W]

I had been playing with a band for about 6 months and we booked our first gig at this girl's birthday party. The day before the party I got sick and lost my voice and the night before the party the 2nd guitarist called and said he wouldn't make it because his Grandma was sick. We ended up canceling the gig.

I worked with the other guitarist's dad and I found out that his Grandma wasn't sick, he took his girlfriend to the movies.

Haven't talked to the guy since.

[StillRock]

My stories don't hold up to yours, but here they are.

 

Made it to the gig (a coffee shop in North Miami) and realized we left 2 gig bags (one with my POD, one with the singers goodies) back at the singer's house, 30 minutes away (with traffic). House PA didn't work, no sound guy, and we didn't have a PA. Singer plugged his mic in to his keyboard amp for vocals. Stage was too small to accommodate the keyboard, his amp, my amp, and me. After extensive flyering all over town, no one showed up. For the whole show, it was me, the singer, his wife, and the coffee shop owner. One guy walked in for a cuppa and stayed for 3 songs. Said he was an entertainment lawyer and handed us his card. Might be my worst gig ever, except for a house party I played with a band I played with in high school, where the singer refused to sing and I had to cover vocals (I sang back up for a reason).

 

Then there was a show I played with the jazz band when I was in 9th grade -- band director didn't bring the power cable for the guitar amp (one of my first critics!)

[Cokeman]

ko

[A_Gitarman]

While not exactly a 'gig from hell', just about everything that could go wrong did at our show this past Saturday:

It all started a few weeks ago when we learned through the grape-vine that a few local acts had some 'problems' that resulted in them refusing to ever play there again... great first impression

It turns out that there is little to no parking at this place and a new police officer was handing out parking tickets to bands loading/unloading gear in a no-parking zone. Thankfully, one of the other groups had a conversation with the police chief, had their tickets thrown out, and got a promise from him (as well as the club owner) that the 'problem' would be taken care of.

The next obstacle was that we were slated to follow another group with only one hour scheduled in-between, which wouldn't have been a problem except the club doesn't have a PA & each band has to bring their own We talk to the club owner beforehand and clear it so that we can start a little later than expected in order to give the other band time to tear down and us time to get our PA set up

The day of the show
We get to the club, miraculously manage to find parking, & find that the other band has just wrapped up (right on time, too ). The place is jumpin' (VERY popular beach spot... lots of people wandering in off of the sand to cool off & grab a bite). Then, we learn that there is no electricity in the kitchen & that they might be closing up early if the power doesn't come back on. Hooray!

Manager-guy tells us to go ahead and start setting up, but to take our time 'just in case'... oh and please put on some music to keep the crowd entertained. No problem; we throw together our mains & put on a CD while we set up.

Showtime
By now, much of the dinner crowd has left (no electricity in the dining room or kitchen = no food or frozen drinks), but there's still a pretty good crowd at the outside bar (where we're set up), so the manager tells us to go ahead and get started. He says, 'You guys could save my night'...

Then... WAIT! it's about to storm, and we're in a (lightning) strike zone! QUICK, shut everything off! It starts raining. More people leave.

5 or 10 minutes later (this is FL, the weather changes CONSTANTLY)... OK, the storm is passing, go ahead and get started. WOOHOO! We jump into our first set sans sound check. Since I'm wireless, I wander around and have a listen to the 'house mix' for the first couple of songs to help get things balanced. Everything is going great and we're gettin' people off their butts, so we decide to go ahead and just keep playing right into the second set when POW all of the lights go out

Good-night everybody! Thanks for coming. At least we got our full nights' pay!


But wait... it's not over yet!

I get off stage to find that my (pregnant) wife has forgotten her nausea meds and has been puking her guts out in the (dark... remember, no electricity) ladies room. She's missed most of the show but is starting to feel a little better and wants to get some food. So, we all head off to Friday's to unwind and I promptly spend every cent that I just made! The wife and I almost make it into the car when she cuts loose and starts puking again... poor thing

I get her home, unload the car, and crash! And that was my night!


TL/DR:
Gung-ho cop giving parking tickets to bands loading/unloading gear.
Time-crunch getting other band off stage & our PA set up.
No electricity in the kitchen = club might close early.
Afternoon thunderstorm kills whats left of the beach crowd.
All power goes out at end of first set, effectively closing us down.
Pregnant/ sick wife.
Spent all my earnings on dinner.

But, at least we got our full pay!

[Alecto]

I wonder why you didn't leave when you saw what it was like and what took you so long to figure it out.

 

 

We figured out pretty fast that the guy was running prostitutes out of the bar. We decided to play the show, grab our $$$ and never play that venue again.

 

The {censored} only really hit the fan after we'd finished playing and packed up.

[mightysasquatch]

I played at a bar once where a fight broke out between two bikers and ended up involving the whole bar. This sorta thing must have happened a lot because a freakin' TARP comes down in front of the stage to shield us and our equipment from the flying bottles and spilled beer. So, we could hear the brawl, but could no longer see much. We just shrugged and started the song back up. After another song or two (during which a friend was peeking around the tarp and doing play by play for us), the tarp slowly raised up, and we finished the show while the bouncers hauled out the bikers...........

[Mr_GoodBomb]

TL/DR: Gung-ho cop giving parking tickets to bands loading/unloading gear. Time-crunch getting other band off stage & our PA set up. No electricity in the kitchen = club might close early. Afternoon thunderstorm kills whats left of the beach crowd. All power goes out at end of first set, effectively closing us down. Pregnant/ sick wife. Spent all my earnings on dinner. But, at least we got our full pay!

 

 

That's highly commendable, and you seem to have handled it well. I think most bands would have gotten to #2 and said "{censored} this, we're never playing here again" and stormed out. Most wouldn't have even tried to fix the problem rather than just leave it.

[Alecto]

I played at a bar once where a fight broke out between two bikers and ended up involving the whole bar. After another song or two (during which a friend was peeking around the tarp and doing play by play for us), the tarp slowly raised up, and we finished the show while the bouncers hauled out the bikers...........

I once played a Friday night gig with this trio on a couple hours notice (that's a story unto itself) and the drummer/singer tells me before we take the stage, "This club is great. There's never a fight here!"

Third set in, we play ZZ Top's 'Tush.' Halfway into the first verse, we have to stop the song because 4 or 5 lesbians start beating the {censored} out of each other on the dance floor.

The funniest part was the bouncers were too scared to get involved.

[A_Gitarman]

That's highly commendable, and you seem to have handled it well. I think most bands would have gotten to #2 and said "{censored} this, we're never playing here again" and stormed out. Most wouldn't have even tried to fix the problem rather than just leave it.

Thanks.

When it all comes down to it, the only thing that the club could have changed was our time slot (and they did allow us extra time to set up). They have no control over the local cops, weather, or the electric company.

Personally, I really felt sorry for the guy... he lost the majority of his Saturday night at a VERY crowded beach spot. But, he held up his end of the bargain (paid us our full price though we could only play for about an hour), & that makes him OK in my book

We'll definitely play there again. Hopefully, 'Ol Mr. Murphy will stay home next time :poke:

[mightysasquatch]

Alecto wins. Gang Bangers, Hell's Angels, & Junkie Prostitutes.
That's the hat trick right there.............

[curseoftruth]

Oh jeez, I've been playing live since 1982, where do I begin lol. Here are some brief highlights that I can remember, not as amusing in the short form either:

1. Outdoor gig and it rains. The guy having the party still wanted us to play (paid in advance). It cleared up but every time we touched a mic we thought we were going to die.

2. My old band was an AIC/Tool/Metallica type of hybrid - we played a show with 4 other death metal bands. Packed house, first two bands played, great response and they were terrible bands. We went on and the entire club went outside - entire club except 2 wives, the bartender, the sound guy, and the doorman AND the pro camera guy we hired to shoot a video because we knew the crowd would be huge. Even our friends went outside! After we were done, everyone came back in.

3. I jumped up during the finale of the last song of our set and landed on a monitor then I fell off the stage and landed on my ass, doing a flip as I fell so I wouldn't break my Explorer! And I do have this on video. not posted. Someone came up to me afterward and said that move I made was a really cool part of the act lol. I was really sore the next day.

4. Blown the power at a few gigs through the years.

5. Showed up at a gig where 4 bands were playing. Get there and the 2 local bands had dropped off the bill. We were from the next city over about 40 miles away (where we played all the time actually) and the other band was from about 60 miles away. The club owner proceeded to get in my face about why we were even playing if we were not from around there and that he was going to kick my ass for wasting his time and money - and let me know he had a gun. One of the bands that dropped put the lineup together and asked us to play! Needless to say, no bands played that night, we packed our {censored} and left.

6. Had an old drummer who would play the wrong song from time to time - original material and the first part of the songs were similar in timing and beat and it would work, but we hit the chorus and it fell a part. He did this more than one time, like 4 times!

7. Playing a birthday show for the wife of a friend of ours who was in another band (also playing) with my current band, asked to be a part of a large lineup and were given a prime slot. Huge crowd shows up in this little place. Our friends band finishes and tells everybody to stay and watch us, a couple hundred people in this {censored} hole little bar. And our drummer is nowhere to be found. So next band plays. Still no drummer. We gave up on him after midnight. He got lost, didn't have any money, didn't have his cell phone, and ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere. We were not happy.

That's enough, I could post more....

[VonBonfire]

Upper Michigan.

 

I'm saying no more.

[Steadfastly]

We figured out pretty fast that the guy was running prostitutes out of the bar. We decided to play the show, grab our $$$ and never play that venue again. only really hit the fan after we'd finished playing and packed up.

 

 

Man, I think you guys were fortunate to get out of there with no extra holes, bumps and bruises.