Do you remember the time?*
We've been so forgetful. Full of forgets, we.
Band B, that is.
Last Friday we played at a college about an hour from here. Our first gig since being in the studio. Back on the road! Yippie-ki-yi-yay!** But our triumphant return to the road soon screeched to a halt when I realized I had forgotten my hi-hat stand. Moments later, we discovered we had also forgotten all the mic stands. And the speaker stands. Because we're professional forgetters, apparently.
Our friend Tallboy saved the day, driving down in an improbably short amount of time and arriving right before showtime. (Thanks, Tallboy!).
Last night we were back at it. After a snowy drive across Afton Mountain, we arrived at the club in Harrisonburg only to realize we'd left the keys to the trailer at home. Without Tallboy to rescue us, we found a new friend. His name is Bolt Cutters. He's very quiet but boasts a mean bite.
So the gig went off fine (despite meager attendance; I blame the weather), and afterward we got packed up and ready to go. Pulling out of the club's icy parking lot, it dawned on us that no one had closed up the trailer , so we're dragging the door across the ice, with all our gear poised to fall out.
Man, we suck at life.
Two chances to redeem ourselves this weekend. I'm hoping things go a bit more smoothly.
____
*when we first met, girl
**like the cowboys say; get along little doggie
Band B, that is.
Last Friday we played at a college about an hour from here. Our first gig since being in the studio. Back on the road! Yippie-ki-yi-yay!** But our triumphant return to the road soon screeched to a halt when I realized I had forgotten my hi-hat stand. Moments later, we discovered we had also forgotten all the mic stands. And the speaker stands. Because we're professional forgetters, apparently.
Our friend Tallboy saved the day, driving down in an improbably short amount of time and arriving right before showtime. (Thanks, Tallboy!).
Last night we were back at it. After a snowy drive across Afton Mountain, we arrived at the club in Harrisonburg only to realize we'd left the keys to the trailer at home. Without Tallboy to rescue us, we found a new friend. His name is Bolt Cutters. He's very quiet but boasts a mean bite.
So the gig went off fine (despite meager attendance; I blame the weather), and afterward we got packed up and ready to go. Pulling out of the club's icy parking lot, it dawned on us that no one had closed up the trailer , so we're dragging the door across the ice, with all our gear poised to fall out.
Man, we suck at life.
Two chances to redeem ourselves this weekend. I'm hoping things go a bit more smoothly.
____
*when we first met, girl
**like the cowboys say; get along little doggie
posted by Stanley at 14:35
5 Comments:
Was the trailer even close-uppable at that point? What with the latch having been excised and all?
Excised?
Yeah, isn't that whatcha did with the bolt cutter?
teh suck.
maybe no one came cause JMU just started their eggzams.
TMK: Ah, I see. No, we cut the padlocks. The door could still securely latch.
neo: I didn't even consider exams. All I know is that of the 80 confirmed facebook guests, maybe 15 showed up. I blame facebook.
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