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Published: November 19th 2006
a common site on the road
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I-65 north of Louisville. When we pulled in to the club last night we noticed the night was billed as a “Metal” night which neither of these bands are. Although, people that listen to metal seem to like us despite our lack of heavy guitar chugging and cookie monster sounding vocals. Apparently the promoter originally had a different venue that had been used by the local goth/industrial scene for quite some time but they lost their space. The show was moved to a different venue. We kept hearing from the locals that they had never actually been in this place and dressed down a bit so as not to have problems with the bars regulars.
We met the opening band, set up our gear, and stood around for about 20 minutes waiting for someone to turn power on to the stage. When we finally did get power we learned that the sound board wasn’t there yet. I’m assuming they don’t normally have bands in this room. Again we waited until the “sound company” arrived- a 65 year old hillbilly and his daughter. The board they brought in was 4-channel board. Four bands with 3-5 members each
and we get a board you might use in a home studio. We let them know that it just wasn’t going to work and so they took their board and left. The opening band was prepared and we ended up using their equipment for all the bands. Just as Brian got all the lines run, and gave Attrition their sound check, the hillbillies returned with a sound board circa 1965, mono, with half of the channels dead. We told them we didn’t need it so they tucked it behind the stage. Later on Edward pointed out to us that the boards case was labeled front, back, top, and bottom with the word “front” spelled “frunt” multiple times.
As is usual we asked, after finishing set up, if we could get a case of beer for the band. Somewhat reluctantly they gave us a case of Budweiser, which the opening acts drank for us. Toward the end of the night someone from the club came up to Brian and tried to give him half of the money agreed upon. We sent him to Martin who in turn flagged down the promoter. There seemed to be confusion as to the number
Setting up merch
center of the rooms bar was a chopped school bus of bands playing. The club thought 3 and there were 4, so with their infinite wisdom, they decided to split the money three ways and so Attrition and High Blue Star were to split their third. Martin let them know in that wonderful British accent that this was “fucked up - rubbish really” and that if we didn’t get paid as per the contract Attrition wasn’t going to play. A bit nervous, the promoter decided to run to the cash machine and pull out the cash to meet the contract.
By the end of the night we had our gear packed and ready to go out the door when our dinner arrived. I can’t remember the name of the restaurant but the food was excellent. We sat down to eat and within a few minutes a guy from the club says that the owner wants us out of the club in 2 minutes. The promoter’s girl friend marched in to talk with him and it turns out that the security guy just wanted to go home. We were allowed to stay and finish our food and move everything out to the Nebuchadnezzar. The whole time security guy sat and
pouted and sighed. Whatever dude. Cry me a fuckin river.
So we crashed at the first rest area and woke early to make Cedar Rapids, Iowa by 6 this evening. This should prove to be interesting…
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Well, Iowa has to be better than Kentucky. It was 22 degrees here last night for the sleep out at Moxie. I donated my $22 in tips from my overnight shift to the cause. It sucks that all of these promoters can't seem to get their act together. Hopefully better luck will follow you west of the Mississippi.