philrudd
Senior Member
Does forgetting stuff AT the gig count for this thread?...I'm not proud of this one.
Just two weeks ago I played a gig, and in the course of packing up my stuff I was talking to this drunk girl who just would not leave me alone...I guess she distracted me, because somehow, before I even got home, I realized:
I HAD LEFT MY ENTIRE CYMBAL BAG (yes, with cymbals) AT THE GIG.
I turned around immediately and went back to the club - empty. Locked. I couldn't see the bag from the window. There had been four bands that night, at least one from out of town; could my cymbal bag have been [accidentally or otherwise] loaded into someone else's van?
I slept fitfully and began calling the club the next day; no answer at all. I finally just drove to the club after work; fortunately the sound man was there setting up, as well as the bartender from the night before (who I had tipped EXTREMELY well).
He saw me come in, and before I could get a word out, he just pointed at me and asked, 'Cymbals?' Turns out he found the bag while cleaning up and stashed it behind the bar for me. All cymbals intact.
Felt extremely stupid...but also like the luckiest drummer on Earth. Won't happen again.
Just two weeks ago I played a gig, and in the course of packing up my stuff I was talking to this drunk girl who just would not leave me alone...I guess she distracted me, because somehow, before I even got home, I realized:
I HAD LEFT MY ENTIRE CYMBAL BAG (yes, with cymbals) AT THE GIG.
I turned around immediately and went back to the club - empty. Locked. I couldn't see the bag from the window. There had been four bands that night, at least one from out of town; could my cymbal bag have been [accidentally or otherwise] loaded into someone else's van?
I slept fitfully and began calling the club the next day; no answer at all. I finally just drove to the club after work; fortunately the sound man was there setting up, as well as the bartender from the night before (who I had tipped EXTREMELY well).
He saw me come in, and before I could get a word out, he just pointed at me and asked, 'Cymbals?' Turns out he found the bag while cleaning up and stashed it behind the bar for me. All cymbals intact.
Felt extremely stupid...but also like the luckiest drummer on Earth. Won't happen again.