Dec 29 - Myrtle Beach, SC @ The Sound Garden
I don't really remember a lot about this day but i know we drove from Charlotte, which didn't take very long at all. I also remember it raining a bunch on the way to Conway and the windshield fogging up a bunch which was pissing us off/putting us in danger haha. Showed up to the lower warehouse to a few kids, and a band that half their shit set up. Hard Pressed arrived before we did but hadn't loaded in yet. I do remember being somewhat groggy by the time we got to the show. Tossed the pigskin around a little bit, stretched my limb's and felt good to go. Saw a few dudes carrying the P.A. out the door and being the stand-up dude i can be i asked what was up because people got curious. Apparently the fucking sound guy didn't have a microphone, and pretty much has defeated his own purpose by his lack of responsibility, what a fucking step backwards that was. He is the resident sound guy for the lower warehouse as well. All that bitching about ethics aside...i had my own microphone AND cable with me, (as any/every person that may have to use a microphone during their own bands set,) should have. I started bringing my own for a few reasons.
I don't really remember a lot about this day but i know we drove from Charlotte, which didn't take very long at all. I also remember it raining a bunch on the way to Conway and the windshield fogging up a bunch which was pissing us off/putting us in danger haha. Showed up to the lower warehouse to a few kids, and a band that half their shit set up. Hard Pressed arrived before we did but hadn't loaded in yet. I do remember being somewhat groggy by the time we got to the show. Tossed the pigskin around a little bit, stretched my limb's and felt good to go. Saw a few dudes carrying the P.A. out the door and being the stand-up dude i can be i asked what was up because people got curious. Apparently the fucking sound guy didn't have a microphone, and pretty much has defeated his own purpose by his lack of responsibility, what a fucking step backwards that was. He is the resident sound guy for the lower warehouse as well. All that bitching about ethics aside...i had my own microphone AND cable with me, (as any/every person that may have to use a microphone during their own bands set,) should have. I started bringing my own for a few reasons.
1. to prevent incidents like this from happening
2. to be prepared faster
3. i caught a staff infection from using a previously designated mic, wherever it was we were playing i'm not sure
4. so if i break shit, at least it's my own(or a fellow bandmates shit, which will less likely result in serious conflict in extreme cases)
2. to be prepared faster
3. i caught a staff infection from using a previously designated mic, wherever it was we were playing i'm not sure
4. so if i break shit, at least it's my own(or a fellow bandmates shit, which will less likely result in serious conflict in extreme cases)
moving on, the sound guy packed up his shit and ducked out with his tail between his legs pretty much. if it were my guess it was because he forgot shit and felt very embarassed, or at least he should have. as a result of this, in short, i bugged one of the other bands that were looking to get on a show in myrtle beach and hard pressed and us ended up able to play. the show was going to be a late show at the club since one was going down already. the name of the bands playing escape me but i know someone else from the band knows. Super cock rocknroll covering foreigner, journey, the crue and the like. both those bands did. the later band's vocalist/guitarist was talented in the perspective he could scramble around the fret board with ease but his stage presence made me tune out and head for the door. we played first i think and it was pretty solid. our roadie lane was buying shot's at the bar all night. it's still weird to be 21 at a bar. All i remember after our set was it being about 1:30 in the morning and that it was pretty cold outside when i passed out in the van. Woke up at like 6:00am and freaked out, i didn't know where i was. called everybody trying to find out which fuckin' house i'm gonna finish up sleeping at.
another one later today...
another one later today...
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