Monday Night Is Networking Night At The Local Dive Bar

I hate playing sets on Monday nights.


Nobody comes, not even your friends, because they have to work in the morning. Problem is. So do I.


But what can you do when a band that is on tour specifically asks you to play with them. You have to say yes.


So we're sitting in the bar waiting for drink tickets, the rest of the guys getting progressively more frustrated with the football game (their team being down). The first band hasn't even show up and the show is supposed to be starting. The touring band is cool guys but very into hanging out with themselves because they have a birthday going on. And I'm starting to feel a bit aimless.


When the ball finally gets rolling it is an hour later that I had anticipated, and the bar also has an open mic going on. So no one is watching us, instead they are all watching the open mic. The rest of the guys have been drinking, so the set is sloppy as fuck, and I'm giving it everything, and the release of energy feels so good. But C. breaks a string, and that song goes to shit. Then he switches guitars and the set gets even more sloppy.


It is the band version of a "case of the Mundays." Man I could have jumped off of the stage and started smashing heads of all the bastards just standing there staring at us. I will probably never book a Monday show again.


Unless of course a touring band asks us to.


Hopefully we will tour someday too.


There is a lot of anger here so...


File under Vice.