This week I’ve been catching up on everybody’s favourite Goatboy, Bill Hicks on youtube, because at least once a year I need somebody to tell me the way it is with no B.S. and what I would love is for artists, bands, performers (or whoever) to share with us in the comments about their worst gig ever.
Listen to Bill talk about his…I think the way he talks about it here makes me laugh almost more than his actual stand-up:
View the rest of this interview here.
4 responses so far ↓
manuel // July 17, 2008 at 11:23 pm
idlewild in the mandela hall……awful, went on for ages and was just so so bad……
David // July 17, 2008 at 11:29 pm
Willy Mason, Mandela. Someone gave him a bottle of Buckfast, he downed it on stage and forgot lyrics, stopped halfway through songs, talked shite. like above, went on for ages. Totally ruined what up until then was a magical night
Penny Distribution // July 20, 2008 at 7:15 pm
Man, that’s a gem.
Worst gig ever: Dirty Dozen Brass Band, The Independant, San Francisco. I should’ve known something was up when only 7 of the dozen started off on stage. I assumed the others would be gradually introduced. After 3 songs, nothing.
Sax player goes off stage after a brief conversation between songs, and behind all the crowd noise I hear, thru the stage door “we wouldn’t play with your sorry ass if it were lined with gold”
The other 7 members continue to play, but 2 of them leave with the last two songs to play.
Sad.
Doctor Lilt // July 29, 2008 at 8:09 am
Lotion @ the Square Peg, Warrenpoint. Our bass player at the time was also playing for a cover band. On that particular night he double booked himself. So knowing this about a week in advance we asked a friend to stand in. Giving the guy a week to learn all our songs was being quite ambitious, but I was assured this guy was good enough. The day before the gig: The stand in still hadn’t been given any of the material or shown it by the other band members. The day of the gig: we called round to his house, spent about 40 minutes showing him the songs, then left.
At the gig, there was a stand in sound man too, who didn’t know what a D.I. Box was (meaning no laptop samples/synth sounds etc). The stand in bassist sensing the calamity, ran off before even attempting any songs. The drummer’s kit rig refused to stand upright and so a guitar amp had to be set on top of it. The guitarist had problems with his pedal board. A drunk kept coming up to the stage, knocking over the front stage monitor (…about 3 times. No one did anything to get rid of him).
A fucking grim experience.
Amazingly the Square Peg had us back though! haha.