April 24, 2006
Get yer rock stars here...
Rock stars, especially ones that really aren't such (read, wannabes), suck.
Highway Robbers show #3 in Chicago was at a place called Firkin, in the Libertyville part of town. Great food, friendly folks, great decor. Earl, our bass lad extraordinaire, regrettably had to fly back to SF before the show, so I was slated to play bass and a local friend of the band was to step in and play guitar. With literally 3 hours before showtime, Guitar Boy calls up and flakes, saying he "just didn't want to do it." Punk ass. We did it as a 3-piece and rocked the house. Never missed the son of a bitch. He's no longer a friend of the band apparently.
Then, at the Rockit Room this past Wednesday, Whatshisname threw a frothing fit at the poor sound guy for absolutely no reason at all. "I've played one end of this country to the other," he fumed like an ass, "and I've never been subjected to this kind of bla bla bla and I'm not getting paid for this bla bla bla and we're just going to get into it all night..."
Punk ass con huevos mucho grande. I haven't seen an outburst like that since I saw John Doe verbally disembowel a monitor mix dude at a particularly flimsy X show many moons ago. I don't care if you did have a huge radio hit once upon a time. You could be the second coming of Elvis for all I care. Didn't exactly pack the place, did you guano boy? And would it kill you to eat a sandwich once in a while? It's almost too bad you were good.
Fun little Highway Robbers gig at the Riptide this past Saturday:
We were too loud...
Posted by eric at April 24, 2006 10:54 PM