Easy one tonight with cover band guys, 2hrs at a campground. They put us inside the “reception” hall or whatever. Old wood building with tall roof and low dropped ceiling, acoustics were actually very very good- wood diffuses high frequencies and giant attic traps low frequencies. Certainly one of best sounding shows we’ve had. I actually put bass guitar and snare drum in the PA, usually don’t as club/ pub rooms are too small. Tons of sound-activated lights and three disco balls in center ceiling, was pretty sweet.
Not a nonwhite to be seen, but these campers allowed their kids to run and slide on the hardwood floor.. Pretty obnoxious. Eventually kids got tired and folks were dancing. I don’t care but band guys like when audience dances.
In 1980 I spent most of the year touring with one of the counterfeit Steppenwolf bands that were bleeding the name dry at the time. I was 19, fresh out of high school and playing in a popular local band. Long story short, I got made an offer I couldn't refuse and joined up. It was a wild time and I got to travel much of the country and play some decent size venues, but the whole thing ended badly and on the run from John Kay's lawyers. As it should have. I was lucky to leave the last gig alive and uninjured, but my bass got held hostage for a while. I've been playing in local bands and combos off and on ever since, but never again had the desire to go on the road. It's a hard life.
thebassdude 1 points 1.5 years ago
In 1980 I spent most of the year touring with one of the counterfeit Steppenwolf bands that were bleeding the name dry at the time. I was 19, fresh out of high school and playing in a popular local band. Long story short, I got made an offer I couldn't refuse and joined up. It was a wild time and I got to travel much of the country and play some decent size venues, but the whole thing ended badly and on the run from John Kay's lawyers. As it should have. I was lucky to leave the last gig alive and uninjured, but my bass got held hostage for a while. I've been playing in local bands and combos off and on ever since, but never again had the desire to go on the road. It's a hard life.