So I went to play music and a hockey fight broke out...
Well close. First a quick note, I have been dealing with all types of crap in the life and haven't had time to write. I know, don't apologize in a blog... but then again you should be thanking me for not filling your personal life with my warped ramblings. Don't worry blog fan ("fans" if someone else is drunk and clicked the wrong link finding themselves here)... I have all the gigs that have been played on record and will be bloggin my way back to you babe (breaks out in song). *cough* Ok back to it.
Ahh Lucky's. What a great name for a place that has seen no luck at all. At this location, I have defeated the Cobra Kai, who tried to steal my camera all while punching Ryan's wife on Halloween, had people fall into the equipment, had drunken college students chanting my name.. You get the picture. If you don't.. imagine Bob's Country Bunker from the Blues Brothers.... Only no chicken wire, college students, and no Bob. Hell it's nothing like that now that I write this.
Well Lucky for the Shibs, we had the outdoor hockey game at Camp Randall to fill the bar for us. Let me paint a picture for you. Take 45 people who never go out, give them a reason to try and sneak booze into an event, put that event in 2 degree weather so you HAVE to consume to be outside in it, let them drink for oh 5 hours, then stuff them in an elevator where you only funnel in limited amounts of said booze to keep them placated. Hey let's add a band to that mix. Why not?!?
Walking in the door I was greeted by a guy that threaten to beat me down if I didn't show ID. No, he didn't work at Lucky's, but he thought that his day-glo camo would surely qualify him as a Lucky's employee. Umm no. The bonus was I got a buzz off of his breath so I saved some dinero on the first round. Needless to say the "gathering" was nun too welcome to having us play in the ol Elevator. They would much rather stand, drink, and regale how cool they are that they are 45, drunk, and don't know their own names.
Set-up was an adventure, and once we finally got locked and loaded the songs started to flow. One thing about playing for a mess of intoxicated people, they love them some music. The Shib faithful were out as well, adding to the sweet aroma of booze infused B.O. and perfume soaked college women. The music flowed well, and all were approving of the vibe. Interesting moment of the night? Drunk college student hitting on a MILF. She was mostly plowed but damn... he was wiped. What would he have done if he would have gotten her home. He couldn't get his arm up to dance never mind his well umm you get the picture.
In the end, an overall average Lucky's gig. No one got stabbed, no major fights, and we even sold a couple of CD's. I'm off to rock out some Spice Gurls and maybe write another one of these things... or not.
Til next time....
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