Saw...
3 Dog Night in a field somewhere in OK
Flaming Lips in a used record shop
Camper Van Beethoven in a small room with no seats
Cheap Trick in the middle of a street
Strange Concert Venues
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- KVRAF
- 6596 posts since 21 Jun, 2004 from Secret Underground Hideout
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- KVRAF
- 2321 posts since 23 Mar, 2004 from Two lower than LS6
some bands in brazil in a car park as their stages were basically the top of tour buses with all the insides replaced by speakers!!
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
- 2321 posts since 23 Mar, 2004 from Two lower than LS6
Seen lots of bands in squats and in people's basements
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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- Skunk Mod
- 21249 posts since 10 Jun, 2004 from Pony Pasture
Already mentioned a Ramones concert in another thread. It was at a Hallowe'en dance in an old, not very large college gymnasium (one basketball court). Squeaky shoes? We didn't hear them. =^_^=
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- KVRAF
- 5782 posts since 10 Mar, 2003 from Music Shed #8
my dad works for a well-know UK retailer, who were recently acquired by Wal-Mart...and Wal-Mart's management of course...
One of their team-building/at-ease/corporate-morale-boosting bullshit strategies is The Friday Late Lunch :inane lobotomised grin: at which he has been treated to Lisa Stansfield "belting them out" in a mock supermarket...
the oddest venue I ever played at was...well, we had this manager "M'boys! Om gunna make ya stars!"
He booked us to play at a huge summer fair in a park in Liverpool. So we arrived, girlfriends in tow, and hauled our gear (y'know, Vox Continental, Clavinet, Fender Rhodes, HEAVY stuff...) about a mile through the fair to the stage. We weren't carrying a drumkit, or amps, because he'd said "I've taken care of it, lads!".
The first sign that something was "not quite right" was provided by the teenage boy duo miming athletically on the stage as we arrived.
"Er, guys? I have a feeling this isn't our stage..."
But we found it! Oh yes! A mile back the way we came, in the Gay & Lesbian Pride marquee. The "stage" was about a foot high, faced by a few rows of deck-chairs. And the drumkit? Ah yes...Have you ever seen a fit 23 year-old man play powerpop on a child's toy drumkit? Every time he hit the bass, it shot forwards about a foot. And the amps? Little Squier 15 amp jobs...neato!
But, the show must go on! So, entering into the ridiculousness of it all, we ended up playing one of our best sets to some old dears sitting in deck-chairs, interrupted briefly by some official type who walked up to us mid-song and said "Would you mind NOT drinking on stage please?! You are setting an awfully poor example!".
Rock'n'roll!
Then I sat in Elvis's gold Cadillac for a bit, and won a giant plush pig at one of the stalls, before driving home with girlfriend, giant pig, keyboards and producer all stuffed into a clapped-out blue mini...
Ahhh, memories
One of their team-building/at-ease/corporate-morale-boosting bullshit strategies is The Friday Late Lunch :inane lobotomised grin: at which he has been treated to Lisa Stansfield "belting them out" in a mock supermarket...
the oddest venue I ever played at was...well, we had this manager "M'boys! Om gunna make ya stars!"
He booked us to play at a huge summer fair in a park in Liverpool. So we arrived, girlfriends in tow, and hauled our gear (y'know, Vox Continental, Clavinet, Fender Rhodes, HEAVY stuff...) about a mile through the fair to the stage. We weren't carrying a drumkit, or amps, because he'd said "I've taken care of it, lads!".
The first sign that something was "not quite right" was provided by the teenage boy duo miming athletically on the stage as we arrived.
"Er, guys? I have a feeling this isn't our stage..."
But we found it! Oh yes! A mile back the way we came, in the Gay & Lesbian Pride marquee. The "stage" was about a foot high, faced by a few rows of deck-chairs. And the drumkit? Ah yes...Have you ever seen a fit 23 year-old man play powerpop on a child's toy drumkit? Every time he hit the bass, it shot forwards about a foot. And the amps? Little Squier 15 amp jobs...neato!
But, the show must go on! So, entering into the ridiculousness of it all, we ended up playing one of our best sets to some old dears sitting in deck-chairs, interrupted briefly by some official type who walked up to us mid-song and said "Would you mind NOT drinking on stage please?! You are setting an awfully poor example!".
Rock'n'roll!
Then I sat in Elvis's gold Cadillac for a bit, and won a giant plush pig at one of the stalls, before driving home with girlfriend, giant pig, keyboards and producer all stuffed into a clapped-out blue mini...
Ahhh, memories
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- KVRAF
- 3588 posts since 13 May, 2004 from montreal
Here in Mtl there were a bunch of shows at in an old grain silo down at the waterfront that was converted into a huge echo chamber (Silo #5/Silophone).