Band goes down like qotw subject
Once upon a time a band I was in was invited to play at a pub in the wonderful* town of Melton Mowbray. It was part of the Melton Mowbray music week, there were bands playing all over town, publicity everywhere, it was shaping up to be a good gig - the local radio even phoned me for an interview, very exciting.

Come the day of the gig, the promoter phoned me, said it was a really good music venue, one of the best in town, she'd spoken to the landlady and it was going to be a good night, there might be a BBC camera crew there, sorry she wouldn't be able to make it herself but she had to be at another event that night which she couldn't get out of... excitement cranked to fever pitch now: a BBC camera crew!!

We duly arrived at the pub, to find 4 people and a dog, and the most miserable landlady I've ever met, who within 10 minutes of arriving proceeded to tell the singer off for calling her "love", chastise the bassist's wife for asking for a coffee, telling her "This is a PUB, not a coffee house!" (while drinking a cup of tea), and then tell me in no uncertain terms that we had to play covers only: if she heard any original material she'd kill the power instantly.

The 4 who were there stayed, but they obviously weren't out to see a band, they sat the other side of the fireplace and played cards. Occasionally they clapped a bit, but we definitely went down like a lead balloon that night.

tl;dr - my band played to an empty pub, sporadic applause occasionally ensued


*May not actually be wonderful
( skullfunkerry In case of implosion do not look into implosion, Tue 27 Aug 2013, 9:08, 1 reply)

Just noticed that the subject this week is lead balloons due to sense of humour failure
Ah well, we had one of those ourselves by the end of the gig :/
( skullfunkerry In case of implosion do not look into implosion, Tue 27 Aug 2013, 9:09, closed)