Once did a gig somewhere down south (I smoked a lot at the time - portsmouth maybe?), anyway we were doing kinda trip hop stuff (late 90's) & our support band were kind of rock/rap. The 'stage' was just a little (very slightly) raised platform in the middle of the pub/club (whatever). the support band got serious props from the crowd - the harder they played, the more props - around this time I started coming around a bit & deduced that we had been booked in the local slaves club. Never wanted to get out of a place so quick, nothing against slaves - but when they are big & hairy & only a few inches from your face spitting beer on you & telling you to 'fuckin rock you c**t' etc. while your trying to perform some trip hop shite in their local moshpit it just doesn't really work.
another one, the tour before was a uni in I think reading, we were supporting our mates Bedlam - as we played support there was like 3 guys getting down & the rest steadily drifting out.
so we finish & this dude comes up asking'you got a cd out?, that was cool etc. etc., then said - wrong place, wrong night mate'.
Bedlam play - few more people in now - stone cold silence, crowd really aren't digging it - & bedlam always moved a crowd, their vocalist was a really intense guy - so bedlam are looking at each other like'wot's 'appenin? are we in the twilight zone or what?'.
They finish & then the dj puts on that happy hardcore version of 'I am a hippy & i wanna get stoned' - the whole place erupts with all these ejits bouncing up & down like fuckin zebedee.
So that tour they'd only booked 2 trip-hop type bands to play at a bleedin happy-hardcore night!
We gave our manager such grief on that tour - the venue's just steadily got worse & worse, booking agent was on acid - either that or our manager must have been f**king his lass (or his mum).
Worst gig you've ever done
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- KVRAF
- 3617 posts since 26 Sep, 2003 from Bradford - The Armpit of Britain
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- KVRAF
- 2321 posts since 23 Mar, 2004 from Two lower than LS6
went all the way to london and played a gig in front of - nobody!!
The promoter - a well known guy - was having some sort of brain malfunction (or being himself depending who you speak to)
Also, he did not tell us that a couple of the bands had pulled out, quite name bands in the "scene" we play in, and replaced them with teenage indie bands.
@diverdee - you ever played the 1in12??
The promoter - a well known guy - was having some sort of brain malfunction (or being himself depending who you speak to)
Also, he did not tell us that a couple of the bands had pulled out, quite name bands in the "scene" we play in, and replaced them with teenage indie bands.
@diverdee - you ever played the 1in12??
Phil
"The fool who persists in his folly will become wise" - William Blake
*No more band for me* | **My Host**
"The fool who persists in his folly will become wise" - William Blake
*No more band for me* | **My Host**
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- KVRAF
- Topic Starter
- 3617 posts since 26 Sep, 2003 from Bradford - The Armpit of Britain
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- KVRAF
- 3588 posts since 13 May, 2004 from montreal
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- KVRAF
- Topic Starter
- 3617 posts since 26 Sep, 2003 from Bradford - The Armpit of Britain
the 1in12 - no, but I been a few times, back when i was at uni, kinda mellow & dreamy from what I remember, but that coulda just been me going through my mushroom phase. I do remember that there were some serious shroom-heads in there.Bunnyboy wrote: @diverdee - you ever played the 1in12??
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- KVRian
- 882 posts since 23 Apr, 2004
don;t mind me while i sympathetically hi-jack your thread...
f**k, my last show pretty much nailied the lid on my last live band incarnation....
The show had been booked for a cuple months, supposed to be Bile, Pitbulldaycare, and Society One, with us as the only other band on the bill.
I got to our bass players house to load up the equipment, and he had a puking migraine. So we loaded up without him, told him to take a nap for a few hours (since we didnt have to play until 1030pm) and headed off for the venue.
We got there and were informed that A - Bile dropped off to finish their new album, B - there were 3 other local bands on the bill, C - the radio was promoting every other band - but us, the first f**king band on the f**king bill. D - we were going to play at 900pm...
so, I dropped off our stuff to let the drummer and guitarist start setting up and drove insanely fast to the other end of town to pick up my fiance who i had previously told i would pick up around 945pm, so she wasnt ready and was pissed i was in a hurry... basically at this time i had 20 minutes until i had ot play, and it takes roughly 30 min for the trip (one way)...
all across the trip i got to hear the great adverts for the show telling everyone about the greatest band in town playing this huge show(and they weren't talking about us)... mind you it is an industrial rock show and this band is chump rap rock....
so, i get back to the venue, and the other two band memebers are standing ther ebeweilderd. apparently the venue caved and let us play second...
the guy at the door won't let my woman in without paying the cover, so after conviincing him it was in his best physical interst to let her in...
we convince the bass player to come to the show quickly so we can play. and start setting up as soon as the first terrible metal band finishes. the sound guy starts leaning in on me while im trying to get our in ear monitors to work and the HD backing tracks to play through the PA, about time schedules and big name bands needing to be in bed by 12 or something.. the click track isnt playing, the backing synth parts are too quiet, I look up... and there's my f**king ex, who comes to all my shows and flirts around with big skinhead guys.. just a couple weeks before that, she dumped custody of our child on me, and got a car that is in my name reposesed.
finally things start working, we play, i scream, bleed, and otherwise beat the f**k out of any/everything.. we get done, and there is barely any noise, no clapping, no cheering, nothing, just crickets chirping...
i loaded out the back door, got in my car and went home.. put the live band on hiatus and starting writing japanese style harshnoise... f**k everyone
thank you, good night
f**k, my last show pretty much nailied the lid on my last live band incarnation....
The show had been booked for a cuple months, supposed to be Bile, Pitbulldaycare, and Society One, with us as the only other band on the bill.
I got to our bass players house to load up the equipment, and he had a puking migraine. So we loaded up without him, told him to take a nap for a few hours (since we didnt have to play until 1030pm) and headed off for the venue.
We got there and were informed that A - Bile dropped off to finish their new album, B - there were 3 other local bands on the bill, C - the radio was promoting every other band - but us, the first f**king band on the f**king bill. D - we were going to play at 900pm...
so, I dropped off our stuff to let the drummer and guitarist start setting up and drove insanely fast to the other end of town to pick up my fiance who i had previously told i would pick up around 945pm, so she wasnt ready and was pissed i was in a hurry... basically at this time i had 20 minutes until i had ot play, and it takes roughly 30 min for the trip (one way)...
all across the trip i got to hear the great adverts for the show telling everyone about the greatest band in town playing this huge show(and they weren't talking about us)... mind you it is an industrial rock show and this band is chump rap rock....
so, i get back to the venue, and the other two band memebers are standing ther ebeweilderd. apparently the venue caved and let us play second...
the guy at the door won't let my woman in without paying the cover, so after conviincing him it was in his best physical interst to let her in...
we convince the bass player to come to the show quickly so we can play. and start setting up as soon as the first terrible metal band finishes. the sound guy starts leaning in on me while im trying to get our in ear monitors to work and the HD backing tracks to play through the PA, about time schedules and big name bands needing to be in bed by 12 or something.. the click track isnt playing, the backing synth parts are too quiet, I look up... and there's my f**king ex, who comes to all my shows and flirts around with big skinhead guys.. just a couple weeks before that, she dumped custody of our child on me, and got a car that is in my name reposesed.
finally things start working, we play, i scream, bleed, and otherwise beat the f**k out of any/everything.. we get done, and there is barely any noise, no clapping, no cheering, nothing, just crickets chirping...
i loaded out the back door, got in my car and went home.. put the live band on hiatus and starting writing japanese style harshnoise... f**k everyone
thank you, good night
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- KVRAF
- Topic Starter
- 3617 posts since 26 Sep, 2003 from Bradford - The Armpit of Britain
Ever watch the comedy 'the league of gentlemen' set in the mythical yorkshire town of royston vasey - with that character who used to be in band called 'lace glove' or something?
'It's a shit business'.
'It's a shit business'.
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- Banned
- 6127 posts since 1 Apr, 2004 from Et in Arcadia Ego
Nothing stands in the way of progress.xerocreep wrote:i loaded out the back door, got in my car and went home.. put the live band on hiatus and starting writing japanese style harshnoise... f**k everyone
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- KVRAF
- 2321 posts since 23 Mar, 2004 from Two lower than LS6
Some of me mates want to do some sort of tribute band to themdiverdee wrote:Ever watch the comedy 'the league of gentlemen' set in the mythical yorkshire town of royston vasey - with that character who used to be in band called 'lace glove' or something?
'It's a shit business'.
Phil
"The fool who persists in his folly will become wise" - William Blake
*No more band for me* | **My Host**
"The fool who persists in his folly will become wise" - William Blake
*No more band for me* | **My Host**
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- Boss Lovin' DR
- 14312 posts since 15 Mar, 2002 from the grimness of yorkshire
Wasn't it Creme Brulee? I've been to Royston Vasey (well Hadfield as it is really). Full of nutters!diverdee wrote:Ever watch the comedy 'the league of gentlemen' set in the mythical yorkshire town of royston vasey - with that character who used to be in band called 'lace glove' or something?
'It's a shit business'.
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- 6127 posts since 1 Apr, 2004 from Et in Arcadia Ego
Let's see here..Ok, it's 1992 & Floor's doing a show with Cavity(as usual back then). This was like my third show in Floor, and I was on bass. Anthony, one of the two guitarists had chronic tuning problems ALWAYS..and of course he goes out of tune on the first song, so what does he do?
He just f**king stands there with his arms crossed pouting at us while we do the song..
I always brought my Les Paul to the shows in case something like this happened, so after we finshed that first song I pretty much threw my guitar across the stage at him while he stood there like a facking R3taRd & almost knocked his ass over..
He just f**king stands there with his arms crossed pouting at us while we do the song..
I always brought my Les Paul to the shows in case something like this happened, so after we finshed that first song I pretty much threw my guitar across the stage at him while he stood there like a facking R3taRd & almost knocked his ass over..
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- KVRian
- 882 posts since 23 Apr, 2004
werdSicklecell666 wrote:
Nothing stands in the way of progress.
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- KVRAF
- 2017 posts since 21 Mar, 2002 from Hutchinson, Kansas
Hmm. Woulda have to have been opening for my pals, The Legendary Pink Dots in oh, maybe '93 or so. The booking agency had overbooked supporting acts, and made me the scapegoat. The booking agent told one of the other bands that they couldn't play, then told them it was because of my demands. The dude had some weird vendetta for me. In any event, the other band got pissed, and anxiety was high. To make matters worse, the sound guy was pals with the booking agent, and they took great joy in giggling over the mixing board, while randomly raising and lowering the faders during my set. Believe me, you do NOT want to hear me singing "Down in the Park" accapella. And then. My ex showed up at the beginning of a song written for her during our time, stared blankly at me, unblinking, in Syd Barret-like fashion until the song was over and then disappeared on the last note.
And don't even ask me about the transvestite...
And don't even ask me about the transvestite...
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- KVRAF
- 6740 posts since 25 Mar, 2002 from sheffield, england
The worst promoter I ever came across came to be known among the band as 'Steve Crap-Gigs'.
Gig 1 was on a student campus out of town.... and also out of term-time, so the place was deserted.
Gig 2 was another student venue. The support act were called 'Man On My Bycicle' and literally split up on stage. We actually ended up having quite a good gig ourselves, but Steve Crap-Gigs mananged to ram a mic-stand through a (hired) P.A. bass-mid driver while packing up.. he repaired it with a strip of gaffa tape saying "He'll not notice." 
Gig 3 was the best: we were booked to play a venue we hadn't been to before in Sheffield, called 'Cutler's Hall'. We were mildly suprised to find it rather posh inside, with plush carpets, and display cases full of silver.. nevertheless, we set up and soundchecked (Steve C.G. had hired the same P.A. with the Gaffa tape still on it..
) and dissapeared to eat & skin up etc..
.. when we returned close to our allotted set time, we found our support act on stage: easy listening jazz with a breathy female singer.. the audience, which turned out to be there for the 80th annual re-union of the University Geology Society, were sat down at crystal-laid tables, dressed in tuxes and ball-gowns, and almost all over 50.
At this point we all started to get a bad feeling about the phsycedelic funk-rock set we had rehearsed.
Just to rub things in a little, as we all processed through the tables to the stage after the first band finished, I pulled a plectrum out of my pocket, and an over-roached pack of blue rizlas exploded out with it, raining down on surrounding tables like confetti.
By the first chorus of track one we had everyone under 30 dancing at the front (about 5 people) and everyone else (about 400 people) cowering at the back of the room with their fingers in their ears.
We were paid off during track 3.
Just to round the evening off, Steve's roadie ('Phil the Van' .. I kid you not!!) turned up to pick us up absolutely steaming drunk and barely able to walk, let alone drive.
That was the LAST time we played for Steve Crap-Gigs.
Gig 1 was on a student campus out of town.... and also out of term-time, so the place was deserted.
Gig 2 was another student venue. The support act were called 'Man On My Bycicle' and literally split up on stage.
We actually ended up having quite a good gig ourselves, but Steve Crap-Gigs mananged to ram a mic-stand through a (hired) P.A. bass-mid driver while packing up.. he repaired it with a strip of gaffa tape saying "He'll not notice." Gig 3 was the best: we were booked to play a venue we hadn't been to before in Sheffield, called 'Cutler's Hall'. We were mildly suprised to find it rather posh inside, with plush carpets, and display cases full of silver.. nevertheless, we set up and soundchecked (Steve C.G. had hired the same P.A. with the Gaffa tape still on it..
) and dissapeared to eat & skin up etc.. .. when we returned close to our allotted set time, we found our support act on stage: easy listening jazz with a breathy female singer.. the audience, which turned out to be there for the 80th annual re-union of the University Geology Society, were sat down at crystal-laid tables, dressed in tuxes and ball-gowns, and almost all over 50.
At this point we all started to get a bad feeling about the phsycedelic funk-rock set we had rehearsed.
Just to rub things in a little, as we all processed through the tables to the stage after the first band finished, I pulled a plectrum out of my pocket, and an over-roached pack of blue rizlas exploded out with it, raining down on surrounding tables like confetti.
By the first chorus of track one we had everyone under 30 dancing at the front (about 5 people) and everyone else (about 400 people) cowering at the back of the room with their fingers in their ears.
We were paid off during track 3.
Just to round the evening off, Steve's roadie ('Phil the Van' .. I kid you not!!) turned up to pick us up absolutely steaming drunk and barely able to walk, let alone drive.
That was the LAST time we played for Steve Crap-Gigs.