Released from hell
September 7th, 2008
After a couple of shots at the bar at that hell gig, and listening to more horrid 80’s metal sung by a singer who couldn’t hit a note if he threw a hand grenade into a piano, we convinced the club manager to release us from playing. So I went home.
This marks the 2nd time I’ve shown up at this club and loaded my gear in but didn’t play a lick. Click here to read about the first time. Note to self: don’t load gear into this venue until you’re sure you’re going to play.
Not all was lost at this gig though. The club gave me a pair of Jägermeister flip flops. So I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.