We played a gig with Charlie ASH(from Wellington) and Knives At Noon at Refuel earlier this month, and it was hilarious.
We had been given a couple of bottles of bourbon before the gig (our slot was at 2.30am and we have sworn never to stay sober for a late gig again after the debacle which occurred at backstage when we played at 5.30am and the fuckin gear all fell apart, Ironically we had swapped slots at another bands request) and it is reasonable to say we were a little drunk. Anyway the two other bands had just played great sets to a reasonable sized crowd considering the time.
Our band had been working on the door for the majority of the night, except for a spell when someone from Knives At Noon took over. When it came time to begin setting our gear up, I asked Charlie ASH (since it was their gig) if they could organise somebody to take over the door. The guy told me just to pull the cover charge from the door. I went back and counted up the money and they had made $200 on the door, none of which was obviously going to be seen by us. At the time I didn't think about it but the fucker could've worked the door a bit longer so they could at least try and offer the other bands some money rather than just being a lazy prick.
Quite a few of our friends had come along to watch us since we had not played in a while, including our bass players fiancee and her mother over from Ireland. We played what could only be described as a bourbon-set. It was fun, hilarious and hazy.
We had discovered that our bass rig that we supplied as backline was not working after Charlie ASH' set and they had overdriven it or something. At one stage, because the synth batteries had run low I exited stage and went to get a drink from the band room, and discovered all of charlie ASH sitting around in a circle. This is fine, I don't give a shit but It'll become clear soon. During the set, Andy said over the mic, "Thanks to Knives at Noon for having us and to Chasrlie ASH for breaking our bass amp and stealing our mates congos". (A year earlier after a Charlie ASH gig at backstage, the band took off knowingly with our friend Al Burns' congo drums. After much trying, he eventually got them back after a long time mind you.) Such was the nature of the set that I then cussed at the audience extensively.
While we were packing up our stuff, the Charlie ASH guitarist came up to me and started having a go at me for saying shit about them over the mic... I asked him what the fuck he was talking about and he continued on in this manner, and then the drummer came over and started verbally chastising me as well. These douche bags got me right wound up, as i had no idea what the fuck they were on about and then it became laughingly apparent that the dick heads had gotten some second hand information about someone "saying shit about them on stage" and mistaken Andy for me. The fuckin fucker then had the audacity to tell me they had done us a favour by letting us play... what. the. fuck. Andy came over and tried to smooth shit over saying it was him, but these fuck heads were stubborn. The last thing we felt like doing after playing a set in the AM is to then receive an abusing for playing support.
Ok, maybe what we said on stage shouldn't have been said, but in any case, it was the truth and if they don't want the truth to be told then maybe they shouldn't do shit that would paint them in a bad light.
I feel stink that Knives At Noon were kind of caught in the middle of this, especially after the way they had looked after us.
Then while I was walking home along North Road with my girlfriend, minding our own goddamned business, some ratty 19 year old looking fucker who could barely stand came up to me and started going on "say one more word". I said "what the fuck you talking about?" He replied "say one more word" while polishing his knuckles. This cunt could barely stand up, I told him to keep walking and not to act like a cunt. He kept on going: "say one more word" by this stage i'd said at least 24. I had this urge to push him over and let him die of hypothermia when he couldn't bring himself back to his feet, but eventually his friend came back and grabbed him. what a mother fucker. I totally wouldn't mind if that guy was run over by a boy racer, then that boy racer spent ten years in prison for manslaughter.
What a joke of a night.
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