Deltadrummer
Platinum Member
My gig starts off with a good roustabout in the parking lot because I am double parked and in somebody's way. Then I hurl my drums into the venue complaining and hollering that none of these f$%cking a#%h$les gives me a hand. If there are people in the way as a lug my cases to the stage, I usual tell them to get the f*&ck out of the way because I have to set up. About this time, I grab myself a cold one down half of it and put it on the floor where it quickly spills and makes a mess. I try as quickly as possible to set up claiming my space by putting down a rug and letting everyone know that this is my area. I try to get my drums ready as quickly as possible so that I can grab some eats and another cold one before my fifteen minute warm-up. But that never happens as an infinite number of problems occur after the sticks in my back pocket knock over the mic stand starting a domino affect of crashes ending in a big dent in the bass guitar. Just about the time I am ready to grab a cold one to relax before the show, the sound guy calls me over for a sound check. Then we're on already. No one even looks at me from the stage. I don"t know why I even do this.