You know it's going to be a lousy gig when the stage is so small, you have to set up out the door onto a deck. This really happened. I was outside all night in 40 degree weather, while the band was inside. I could barely hear anyone, and couldn't see anyone. We only played there once, thank goodness. The building eventually became someone's wood shop business, and now appears to be empty.
A middle aged fan hired the band to play her husband's 50th birthday party and took out a $3000 personal loan to finance the party. He was a NJ State Trooper with no sense of humor, and he was pissed that his wife took a loan, so he hung a puss the whole time. She rented a swanky room in a country club, invited a lot of guests who were dressed to the teeth, and blah blah. We played the first set. Of course, it was too loud for people, even though we were as quiet as we could be. Nobody danced, in fact, most people sat there with their arms folded the whole time. At the end of the night, she practically threw the check at me with a sour look on her face, like all this was the band's fault. What a nightmare. She was a total nimrod.
At a stop light a block from the venue, Biff the bassist turned to me and said, “We can turn around now if we want.“ We both knew Detective McMahon would be backstage with more questions about Katy Wong‘s disappearance.