"For the first time ever, I think this actually feels like WORK," the soundman lamented.
Yeah, I think caged rats accurately describes the band's experience at the gig at one of the large local casinos this past weekend.
No drinking, period; not while you are playing, not during breaks. No swearing. No smoking. No jeans with holes and no t-shirts. No playing loud. No light show. No girls getting up on stage and dancing. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200. The red zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. No stopping in the red zone. Look Betty, don't start that zone shit again. (sorry, a little "Airplane" humor there). I digress.
It was weird seeing them without a beer or cocktail in hand, goofing off and oggling girls. I think they really missed singing the songs with all the bad words in them, like "Crazy Bitch" and "So Hott" and "Cold Hard Bitch" and... well, you get the idea. It was just awkward.
Anyway, they got through the gig, collected the large paycheck, and collectively decided that no amount of money in the world could make them go back there to play again.
Apparently there are some things that money can't buy. For everything else, there's
