Gig

I got a text today asking me to return some cds to a friend at his gig tonight. Cool. Can do.

(Bg: I was the drummer in his band recently for a small amount of time but didn’t really want to spend my recovery time on Saturdays continuing to get drunk (though it was fun for awhile)

Anyway, I got to the gig and had a beer with the dude, a cigarette and some conversation. We watched the other band. Cool. All went well. I chatted to his friends for awhile – all smiles – he started playing, I sat down to watch. There weren’t many people there, which is a shame because he’s a good song writer, though sometimes a bit to beatlesesque for my liking.

About 4 songs in he asked me if I wanted him to play anything. My response was that he’d already played my fav’s. He played a song. He stared getting agitated - Stomping around the stage. He took off his shirt.

“Come on Mark, you were in my band, what fucking song should I play?”
I sat there in silence.

“Fuck this; I’m not playing for 5 people.”

He left the stage with his beer, sulky as hell where his gf confronts him and tells him to get back on the stage for his friends. After much convincing he returned to the stage. I shouted out a song, so did someone else.

For the rest of the gig he continued to pick on me – though it only lasted for another 10 mins or so.

I don’t want have to dance around someone throwing a tanty at 26. Sure its disappointing that no-one turned up but for fucks sake, your friends were there trying to have a good time – entertain us and then lets all get drunk.