choppy wrote:

horsewhip wrote:We played with this band in Portland. It blew my mind that people would actually want to play this kind of music. They weren't very friendly either, but that may have had somthing to do with the fact that Horsewhip lineup 3.1 stood silent during their set mouthing "what the fuck?" to each other.

OH MY GOD THE ORIGINAL BOOTY BURGLARS ACTUALLY LEFT MISSOULA? I'm stunned.

It should also be noted that when we played with them, it was their "last show ever" and the audience was nothing but their friends and family, so they were all likely mouthing "what the fuck?" at us.

The Standard kinda pissed me off once, but only because they insisted on going on before us. We still blew them off the stage, anyway, and then their singer fixed my glasses after the show. So I harbour no grudge.

Ha! I had forgotten about that. In the long run, it was bettter for them that they invoked their contractural "we get to pick when we play" clause and played before us. Not that i'm bragging.

OK, i'm bragging.

OH MY GOD THE ORIGINAL BOOTY BURGLARS ACTUALLY LEFT MISSOULA? I'm stunned.

It should also be noted that when we played with them, it was their "last show ever" and the audience was nothing but their friends and family, so they were all likely mouthing "what the fuck?" at us.

One of their uncles tried hitting on me the entire time you were playing.

Mandroid2.0 wrote:One of their uncles tried hitting on me the entire time you were playing.

Wow. When you ponder what was going to happen to you a few days from that night, your life could have gone in a VERY different direction, had you been into the uncles of white boy funksters.

DrAwkward wrote:Wow. When you ponder what was going to happen to you a few days from that night, your life could have gone in a VERY different direction, had you been into the uncles of white boy funksters.

It was great. He was standing by the merch table talking shit about you guys not being able to play your instruments with his inbred family in the upper section of the club and then he'd tell me that I had pretty eyes or something equally creepy. He was, like, 50 and from Montana. It kind of made me want to throw up on him.

I just did 6 gigs in a row where we opened up or went in the middle of 3 bands and we used our own drums every night, no big deal. We wanted the drums up front so the drummer plays in front of the amps - that way we only need a bit of vocals in the monitors if anything. I don't think it makes our drummer an ass though we don't ever soundcheck even if we can and he does always say to the sound engineer "make my drums sound like a shed" so I guess we're minimal hassle.

The Champs were a little quiet but nice the first times I played with them but last time they were super helpful and cool - as were Trans Am. I see a pattern here that means an award for 'friendly gigging' needs to be created for Phil Manley - I salute you.

I forgot one European hardcore band from the list. Had to get the drummer from our old band out the venue and in the car while they played as he wanted to pummel the singer so badly. He's not a violent guy.

Gramsci

Half of Shihad were cool, the other two need an ego check

I really want to know which 2 are arseholes & which 2 aren't. In my experience one of them needs a beating... the other 3 are nice guys.

the nicest band i ever got to open for was the Grifters. I stayed friends with bass player Tripp ever since. such nice fellas.

played with the Swirlies at Emo's in houston once. the male guitar player was a dick, or having a bad day, or both. the girl was nice.

opened for pavement once and they were tired but friendly, except Bob N., the 2nd drummer. he should be mayor of a town. he was very nice to us, a bunch of younger, dumb opening band dorks. I went to a Jicks show years later and he was running the merchandise booth. I had not seen him yet, but he saw me and remembered me. he jumped off his chair and over the table and tackled me onto the floor and rolled me around a little. i felt like a somebody for a minute.

i played a show in Tyler, Texas with a bunch of hardcore bands once. they invited us there and were putting us up in one of their homes for the night. then they saw us drinking beer. we didn't know they were straight edge. they said we couldn't stay with them, and we didn't get paid. Had to drive back to Houston at 3 am. I ate a pack of effedrin and made it home somehow.

The band Ee, from San Francisco. now that i think about it, they are as nice or nicer than the grifters.

the For Carnation were very pleasant, one of them even hit on my wife. their set was pretty boring, which was a major disappointment for me.

one short lived band i was in opened for Bedhead for our first ever show. we were not prepared at all to be playing a show yet, so we had the good sense to get very stoned just before we played. we did poorly. one of my bandmates had played several shows with Bedhead in his old band Schrasj, that's how we got the show. he was really embarassed. i couldn't bring myself to say hello to Bedhead afterwards.

Britt from Spoon kissed me on the mouth late one night after a show. this was during the "telephono" era, so i let it slide. Jim the drummer is nice, too.

am i the only one who ever opened for Marilyn Manson? well, just don't steal his beer. he'll tell the manager on you.

My old band opened up for The Datsuns and it was live on Radio One. Obviously, we were completely beside ourselves to be on the radio and we did the right thing and got quite fucked up beforehand (we played at 7.30 - no mean feat).
After the Datsuns we went to get our gear from the dressing room and were thrown out as Q Magazine were in there taking 'post gig' sweaty black n white rock n roll pics of the band. My esteemed colleague Philip John Welding delivered the line of the night in
"You scheeee thissss? (points to AAA pass). It meansshh ACCESSHH ALL AREAUURSSS! And I wanna accesssh THAT area!"
There was a slight pause after he said this. He had in his hand a pile of Pringles covered in sour cream sauce. Seizing the moment he gently pushed them onto the nose of the photographer woman before eating them, leaving her with a load of sour cream on her face.
We obviously got ejected and had to wait around until their photos were done (of them playing our guitars and sitting on our amps - see Q) to load the gear out. Luckily Mr Peel saw the funny side and we waited in his makeshift studio and watched him present the show live on the Radio. Fucking ace night.

sweet.