Why was it bad? Heckling? No. That would have made it interesting. Voice breaking? No more than any other night.

So what made it so bad?

NOTHING.

Nothing happened. We played in front of a over-sedated bunch of depends-wearing-retirees, (if you ask me). Finish a song and maybe four of these frickin tourists applaud. It had me wondering if I'm just too old to be playing this game anymore. DAMN it's amazing how a night of nothing can bring you down.

I SWEAR. I would have GLADLY taken a drunk bastard screaming at us to shut up. Or somebody vomiting on my effects.

It woulda livened up the night.

That's the worst! Happens to me sometimes when I DJ at the club. U wanna run around and check for pulses. Sometimes U get a crown like that.

It will be better next time.

Yeah,that sucks.1 time we played after a dinner
at a party & they told us 2 quit after a few songs
cuz they could´nt hear themself when they wanted 2
talk 2 each other.
It was like..so what the F..did U get a band in the
first place then,
the best thing 2 do when the audience is non-responding
is 2 play 4 yourself within the group,
see it as a rehearsal,forget the crowd & just
try 2 have fun anyway.
/peace Manki

manki said:

Ditto man! Use it as a chance to try out new licks, new tunes, etc. Wallpaper gigs like that are like paid rehearsals!

That must have been painful!

Just play Sexy MF or something similar and they´ll wake up for sure

I hate it when they site there doing nothing all night & then cheer for more at the end

cloud9mission said:

Exactly!

"What the hell y'all clapping for NOW? I've got more for you. Kiss my ass more. That's what more I got..."

I know what you mean. I'd rather have drunk people falling over trying to dance rather than people not getting into what you're doing. That's one of the reasons I try to be so versatile in my MUSIC. My problem is though I'm pretty much past the point of learning cover songs. When you perform and aren't some international "pop" star people don't really want to here your originals. I think that bothers me most. I dunno, I just think that since I'm a song WRITER that I have no reason to learn other "popular" songs. I know cover songs but I play them usually when I feel the mood is right. Anyway... enough of this rant. I hope your future gigs are much better Otan! :+)

PANDURITO said:

For real! Play some "Head" and get down in the audience and start grinding some blue haired old granny.

There's a secret to pulling off originals in a cover band...

"Okay, we're going to do a song I just heard off the new Justin Timberlake* record - it's off the hook y'all. I got an advance copy - no lie. We learned this song right away cuz i KNOW he's going to turn this one into a huge song"

* or prince or britney or blink 182 or whatever remotely resembles your original.

People perk up like "oh shit? We gonna hear some new J-Town? OH SNAP!"

I did that at a gig and DAMN if THREE people weren't humming my song when they left at the end of the gig. I am NOT lying. But this gig from hell - it ain't my band, I'm just a hired gun... can't grab the reigns and steer the lead singer away from Proud Mary - she just goes into it man, and it's like "NO!!! NO!!! I'm A PUNCHLINE NOW!!"

ooohh...too many
no response is always crap...you think whats the point..then ijust think sod it i'm having fun anyway.

otan said:

Oh yeah, I've pulled that old trick off plenty of times! hehe I don't give an artist name though. As soon as you say something like "We're gonna play an original"... people are like... "Is this the intermission?" hehe So yeah, I never mention playing an original. It's just hard when you play 2 or more in a row. People start thinking "I dunno any of these songs" I will have to continue this topic tomorrow. Maybe I will start a new thread from this though tomorrow too! Thanks for the inspirational thought Otan! :+P :+)

Yes I quite agree with you, I mean what's the point of being treated like a sheep, I mean I'm fed up going abroad and being treated like a sheep, what's the point of being carted around in busses, surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their 'Sunday Mirrors', complaining about the tea, 'Oh they don't make it properly here do they not like at home' stopping at Majorcan bodegas, selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in cotton sun frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh cos they 'overdid it on the first day'! And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellevueses and Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and their Watney's Red Barrel and their swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging in to the queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night there's bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some big fat bloated tart with her hair Brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners. And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with diarrhoea and flabby white legs and hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel, and then, once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman ruins where you can buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and then one night they take you to a local restaurant with local color and coloring and they show you there and you sit next to a party of people from Rhyl who keeps singing 'Torremolinos, Torremolinos', and complaining about the food, 'Oh! It's so greasy isn't it?' and then you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr Scholl sandals and Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he drones on and on about how Mr Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuban Libres.... Sorry. No offence intended. Its just that some of the language used in this thread thus far reminded my of my favorite Monty Python sketch.
[This message was edited Wed Nov 26 13:19:40 PST 2003 by PistolGripPump]

PistolGripPump said:

Thank you. MY POINT exactly!

Did you type all that from memory!?

You're Eric Idle himself aren't you!?

LittlePill said:

Credit where credit's due I say.

manki said:

This is exactly what I did recently at a wedding reception I played a couple months back. After it became evident that nobody was gonna dance, and nobody was gonna rock out (except for 6 or 7 little kids/those rugrats rule ), we simply decided to just play for ourselves and
have fun. That's all you can do to avoid being totally bummed out by the situation.