We
had a gig on a Friday night at "Gatsby's in Mentor....I called
on Thursday night and asked the manager if we could come and
set up on that night... (Due to working out the bugs with our
new p.a.) The manager reluctantly agreed, as long as it was
done after 9:30.... cool I thought... Meanwhile a few friends
were having drinks there, while waiting to give us a hand. One
friend asks the manager, "What time the band is supposed to
show up?"
Mr. hardass manager say's, "they'd better show up by 9:30 or
I will tell them to go the fuck home when they do get here."
Keep in mind, I personally talked to this prick and he said
nothing like that... (Typical Wannabe Hardass)... So we show
up, and Mr. Hardass is very congenial (The 2 faced pussy) and
we set up, sound check, then go home....
Next night we show up to play...middle aged dinner crowd are
finishing up dinner...
Not looking good)....We do another sound check, and of course
the ultra-hip dinner dwellers, (that probably peaked in high
school) complain about the volume.... No worries.. they all
leave soon, and only our friends and following remain... looks
like it might still be a good night..... Well Mr. Hardass is
offended by the volume.... No prob....w e have the sound guy
bring all of the levels down.... More complaints, until all
levels on the main board are all the way down... Keep in mind
that Mr. Hardass seems to be getting off on showing his authority
in front of the whole room. During the break, we discuss how
to deal with this situation... So we decide that there will
be no winning with this asshole, so when we got back to play
the second set, the volume was brought back to the loudest level
I ever heard us play, and we played more agressively than we
ever could have, but now this was war..... Of course Hardass
boy starts violently waving his arms at us during the second
song, and we, of course, ignore the prick.... Then he starts
writing notes and holding them up at us, like flashcards ....saying
"turn down." More disrespect by us, in ignoring him...until
his final flash card that reads "After this song you are done
for the night." We finish and start to tear down. Our guitar
player tells the prick what a douchebag he is, and say's we
will not leave until we are payed in full!!!! Of course the
pussy pays right up and we leave, along with 50 of our friends....
Leaving dickless with no more drinking customers.... WE WIN
FUCKHEAD... We heard Mr. Hardass was let go 3 weeks later....
hahahahaha... More battle stories to come...... Mike Sherwood |
