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That's why teles were invented - crowd control. At least, that's the only reason I can think of!
I was supposed to be there till 1am, but by half 11, most of them were so drunk tthey nearly pulled my backdrop over three times, so I pulled the plug. The organiser came over to complain about me quitting early, and she wasn't happy with my insistence on saving my gear, if not the others. (Yes, I do have public liability insurance, but I've never claimed on it and I don't intend to make a bunch of pissheads make me, either.)
As I was taking it down, the band stopped mid-song and the lead singer announced (I'm paraphrasing, obviously, it was a long time ago) "Right, that's it. We've had enough. This is getting completely out of hand. The next idiot who comes up on stage and starts trying to take over and we stop playing, got that? Please stay on the dancefloor and everyone can have a good time, but no one gets up on stage again, got that?"
I just gave the organiser a look, she walked away, and I went home.
Also had a bloke who used to think he was Bruce Lee and do loads of mad kicks and crazy arm circles in front of me and in perfect time to the music too.
Also had a bloke ask for a go of my guitar, I said no as we were, you know, in the middle of a friggin' gig, he disapears and comes back with a guitar case and stares at me from the edge of the dancefloor, fucking weirdo.
DaLefty
Ringleader of the Cambridge cartel, pedal champ and king of the dirt boxes (down to 21)
I think our lead singer was the troublesome drunk guy.. after gigging with him for so long I don't think anyone could hold a candle to Locs drunken, beer spilling schinnanigans.
I couldn't count on one hand how many pedals and tuners hes broken.
At first, the "drunk guy in the crowd" was the plastered blonde who thought she was the bees knees and decided to stand right in front of various band members whilst "rocking out". Right in front, invading your personal space, kind of thing. Annoying enough for me, as, let's say, I'm not much of a people person really, but worse for our singer who, as he plays guitar too (so has his mic on a stand), repeatedly had his mic smashed into his front teeth. Classy bird, like.
But the weirdest thing was that, as quite a young crowd who were clearly indulging in the happy juice, we'd expect them to get progressively rowdier throughout the night, but instead it seemed like it turned on a dime, like someone had thrown a switch.
One minute, happy drunks, a bit boistrous, hard work when you're stone cold sober, but hey that's what a party is all about and we're the entertainment not the guests....the next minute it felt volatile, like it could turn nasty at any point. Never know an atmosphere change so suddenly.