So Seattle is the birthplace of grunge. Noisy, sludgy, distorted, angry music - don’t get me wrong I’ll blast The Melvins any day. If the venue we were at yesterday opened in the mid-80’s than in no way was the movement any musician’s inspiration. That’s just how everyone thought it should sound.
Bad enough the sound system being far more work than it should be just to get something the band could even hear. Didn’t help being a couple feet from the cymbals, using a spirit monitor board (cue gagging sound effects) and just for fun having the EQ’s in a rack that I had to stand on a wobbly stool even to reach. Oh year and there was only one production person total. To top it off the place was more nazi mouse than Disney itself. First time EVER we all had to show our passports at a rock venue just to get into the dressing rooms. AND they wouldn’t let us have drinks on stage even in plastic cups. I had to be practically cavity searched just to bring water and towels on stage.
Top all this off with a dressing room that was sweating and 800 people in a room that should only hold 500 – serious heat wave. What type of scum do they breed on this coast that requires this type of security and puts up with this crap? Oh wait, I know, I met the promoter....
Monday, February 9, 2009
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