Thursday, October 30, 2014

Cat Shelter Benefit Turns Into Long Night | Prog Rock Band Crawls Out Of The Basement

Cat shelter benefit
If it weren’t a benefit for a cat shelter, we would have walked away without performing that night. “I’m doing it for the kitties.” my bass player told me. It was 1:40am when we took the stage, and within twenty minutes, the sound engineer would give us the “one more song” sign and that was honestly a relief for all of us.

For the past two years, our guitar player had been hoping to get our band on the bill for an annual “no kill” cat shelter benefit. It was for a great cause, and we would get our band in front of some people that wouldn’t otherwise see us. This benefit featured mostly metal bands, but that didn’t automatically mean that we wouldn’t appeal to at least a few people in the crowd. Too bad the “crowd” consisted of our girlfriends, the sound engineer, four musicians from the opening bands, and the bartender.

If ever find yourself on a bill that features more than three bands in one night, you should expect the last band of the evening to get squeezed. And if you are the last band on the bill, that means you should be prepared to play a short, fast set. That is, if you get to play at all. I still don’t understand the idea of booking four or five bands for one night at any club.  That plan rarely works, unless you have a stage manager that will keep everyone on schedule, and shut any band down that tries to go past their allotted time. 

On most live music nights at a club, the first band will try their best to start late, because “Nobody comes out at 9:30.” If they truly were a good “opener” they would have brought in some of their own fans, and started their set on time, with no complaints. The second band will probably be just fine with starting a little late, for the same reason as the first band. At least one of the bands on the bill will take their sweet time getting their gear up on the stage. So that pushes the following band even further into the evening. Again, this can all be avoided, if the musicians just do their job, and stick to the plan.  When there are multiple bands on one bill, will the headline band play last in a situation like this? Not if they are wise. Here in Milwaukee, we seem to have created what is called the “Clean up slot.” That’s when the headline act plays second to last, and the very last band will play to a few hangers on, along with the band members of the previous acts waiting to get paid and pull their gear out of the club.

Back to this cat shelter show. The event started at 5:30, and it featured nine bands with raffles between the acts. We were scheduled to go on at 12:50pm, and that would take a miracle of efficiency for that to happen. We arrived nearly two hours early, as requested. We sat through an “operatic metal” band who’s singer was having a ton of trouble hitting the notes. They were the featured act for the night, and that poor singer just couldn’t find the notes. She brought up two more guest singers, and those two seemed to have no trouble singing in key.  So it wasn’t a fluke that the headline act had an issue with vocals, she just couldn’t sing. Still their fancy leather pants, long flowing hair, and very intricate songs were something to take in. When that band finished, there was one more act to play before us. That was my cue to go out to the van and start setting up my drums.  The show was running on time until the second to last band started to get ready to play. That band started late. They fiddled around with their gear for nearly 30 minutes, even though there was a backline (equipment on the stage that everyone shares,) and got started just ten minutes before we were supposed to go on.  

They label their style as a “progressive rock” band, but the few people watching them, they witnessed over playing, bombastic, and overly arranged songs that ran ten minutes in length. They had no singer.  On and on this band played, one ridiculous song after the other. They played their full set, cutting nothing short, and driving the remaining patrons out in the process.  I can’t tell you what they looked like on stage, because I had to stand outside the stage door and guard my drums. I can say this, as they played, I watched the patrons slowly file out. The band was a crowd killer, but ultimately we were going to be the victims. Finally, they announced their last song.  I looked at my phone, to time the song, and joked with my bass player that “This might go another ten minutes.” It went on for just under eleven minutes, including a 45 second rave-up finish that could be best described with a visual image.  It was like putting a jar of maraschino cherries on top of a melted sundae that nobody wanted to eat. Eleven minutes is basically three standard length, rock songs put together! Their last song was really three songs. Three really boring songs.  

When it was over the stage door flew open, and their drummer started to take his gear down.  It was a dust covered monstrosity of a drum set that required three people to lift and move. I bring up the dust, as it meant to me that this band rarely got out of the basement. Dust on your drums denotes too much time sitting in once place, without the benefit of stage lights to point out how dirty the kit actually is.  When I later checked this band online, I noticed that they play just two shows per year, so they obviously weren’t a professional band. No matter how well they played their instruments, the fact that they took too long to set up, played too long of a set, and then took too long to take their gear down, was poof to me that they were just “noodlers.” They were certainly talented.  If I had six months between shows to woodshed my music, I would think my music would be performed flawlessly. Even their band name told me that they have yet to learn some vital marketing skills. They named themselves after an insanely obscure mathematical term, created by some 11th century mathematician. “What was that band name?  You know, the band that played too long at the cat shelter benefit?” That’s what I hear in my head when I think of that night. 

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