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Haven't played there since. Heh.
Supportact said: [my style is] probably more an accumulation of limitations and bad habits than a 'style'.
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It is a constant source of frustration to me that, when politely asked to excuse us so we can get through, people in the doorway* move the tiniest fraction - I mean, you could barely call it a shrug, never mind an actual step - and then as soon as you are through, they sink back to where they were before you asked them to move...and so this farce repeats itself for every single piece of kit we have to take in and out of the venue.
*(seriously, your cigarette will not automatically extinguish itself if you move away from the immediate vicinity of the doorway, you bell end)
Few years ago mate of mine was playing bass in a pub band in London.
Throughout the first set a bloke in the audience was heckling, shouting how he could do better. At the start of the next set, bloke started again. Singer said ok smartarse, get up here and do better.
Up stepped Lemmy and a great night was had by all!!
I always found a well aimed metal edged/cornered flight case did the trick, shins or gonads worked best.
As Eric stated though after the smoking ban it was pretty much every gig.
But I hasten to add this was reserved mainly for frequent flyers who continually repeated their error, for others less annoying standing on a toe or two whilst holding a heavy bit of gear worked well.
Seriously..."raper"..?! What kind of grammar is that?! "Rapist, dear", you should have retorted.
I think I told this story over on the forum that must not be named, but I was accosted by a drunk chick at the end of a gig and told my amp (peavey classic 30) and guitar (axis super sport) sounded shite and I should get a "good fender" or a Les Paul because those are what her man played and he knew all about guitars. I only tolerated it as her friend was beautiful but it turned out they were all married to musicians.