Nickle Back, Never Again

So its been another action packed weekend of spending hours at a bar listening to live music. Which is turning into a reaccuring theme in my life right now. Though I have yet to get drunk in any of these times, just drank a few beers and had a good time.

It seems Spanky, bass playing best friend, and his band are just blowing up right now. So far they have four difinete gigs booked, an audition at a bar in a much larger town, and a possible gig to play the Indian casino in the town north of this town.

They got what is looking to be a formula for success right now.

They have a band name with a gimick, Stone Hog. Seems there is this tiny little stone hog in the band room, the guitarist mother picked it up and it was sitting there when discusing a band name. So you got a back history on the name, a little statue as the band's symbol, and a unsual name.

Alright, they also got a strange mixture for band members. A blonde haired hippy looking guitirist who sings with the most bad ass guitars and skills to crank out some of the most intense sounds from that guitar. Another guitarist, and singer who looks amazingly a lot like Jerry Garcia, silver hair beard and all, who can play the harmonica, grove on the oldies, and rock out on the new songs. Another rythme guitarist who does back up singing, the youngling of the group, not even old enough technically to be in the bars they play at. Spanky with his long hair and heavy metal look and roots, best bass player I have personally ever seen. Then the drummer who looks a lot like the lead singer of Nickle Back only with short hair, that is a mad man behind that drum set. Makes my blood pump faster when I'm hearing him double taping that bass drum, or doing one his drum solos. The man can definetly crank out some bad ass sounds from those drums, plus he is one of there singer.

Yeah, three singers in one band, each adding there own flavor to the band, giving them some seirious diversity. Which has been packing bars to the brim for the past few months.

Ok, enough raving about the band, you would think I sound like a freakin groupie here.

Now a little observation about these shows. It seems each bar has a requirment of at least one or two drunken idiots per show. These people with glazed looks in there eyes, a serious stagger to there step, and advious loss of any kind of sensible judgement. It seems each of them, as required by there contract with the bar, MUST walk up to the band while playing and do one or two of a few things.

1. Stagger up to the front of the band, raise there beer up to them/raise the heavy metal sign of the devil/try and talk to one of them/yell something incoherently/ or on a rare occasion, stand there and flip them the bird practically in the face of each one of them they can reach over the monitors.

2. After accomplishing one or more of the tasks in line 1, then they must stagger to the side of the "stage" in front of one of the stack of speakers, effectively blocking out half the sound.

3. They must attract as much attention to themselves as humanly possible without waving a gun around or threathing to blow up the entire band.

3. At anytime the band is playing a song, prefferably in the middle of it, the person MUST scream incoherently about rocking on or bringing it on, effectively drowning out the lyrics. Though when the song is done and the audience is cheering, said person MUST remain as quiet as possible, for they shall only show there love for the band and there music during one of the songs.

4. Said person MUST at multiple times during the set, must stomp there foot out of beat of the music. Said stomp should be has heard as they can muster in there intoxicated state to the point of staggering said person, forcing them to try and keep from falling over.

I'm not kidding about this. Well ok, so I'm kidding about the contract with the bar, but the actions I'm not kidding about. There seems to be at least ONE asshole per show who must do one or all of these things during one of there sets. Oh, and not to forget the half assed attempt at dancing which is like a mixture of some one having a ceisure and there bones turning into liquid, making them sway back and forth unnervingly.

I am at a complete loss what goes through these people's minds to make them get up and do these things over and over again. One guy I have seen at a few of there gigs, clean cut looking, good dresser, looks like a preaty normal clean cut kind of guy, but when he is there with a beer in his hand, he is a complete raving idiot stomping his foot out of beat, screaming incoherently and standing in front of the band while playing trying to get there attention when they are adviously busy.

These guys are a few beers and one bad temper away from being one of those assholes storming the stage, kicking and punching the band members while screaming "you guys rock!"

Which means I'll have to get up and open up a fresh can of whoop ass....which I don't want to do, it sure as hell kills the mood. Plus, kicking someone's ass when there that intoxicated, is like trying to beat up a carboard cut out, doesn't put up a decent fight and folds like orgami.

Ah drunk people can't live with them..........period.

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a terrible announcement. - Tuesday, Sept. 09, 2003
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