I hate battle of the bands, it's ALWAYS a shitshow. We got the invite to do one and I pushed for it because it's at a venue that I've had a great history with, it's a place I've go when I'm not playing gigs to hang out....spent my girlfriend's 21st birthday there, etc.
Turns out they're filming this thing for a show called Rock Idol, a band version of American Idol. We get there and no one is directing anything as far as where to put gear, no one giving us a rundown for the show. I see this guy who reminded me of a promoter who LOVED my former band, but he was looking a bit disheveled so I wasn't sure, it had been 10 years since I saw him last.
We get there hours early and watch several bands, right up in front, showing support....metal bands, blues bands, high school kids, etc. We had a lot of friends from other bands there that we're always stoked to see, guys I support by going to shows and sharing their events on Facebook and shit...
Then we start setting up. Soundguy is getting antsy because I run my own vocal effects (I just give him a male XLR out into his snake and do the rest of his job for him) and we're running drum tracks from a the output of a mixer we have onstage. We can give him XLR or 1/4" outs and he's still whining about it. He doesn't even have to mic a fuckin' kit!
When we started playing, there was about 100 people in there. About 3 minutes into our first tune the crowd dropped to fuckin' 13....just our friends and girlfriends. Those other bands I watched and screamed my ass off for? Outside drinking or heading into the casino (it was at the Hard Rock)....my girlfriend tells me she can't hear a single bit of my vocals, no sound guy ANYWHERE, so I crank my own shit up and hope it works....the vocal "monitors" are behind me, in the air pointed at a fucking wall. Guess they rely on bounce-back.
We bring our own small B-52 PA for our drums, there's a sub and two 10" speakers that we place around the stage to fill out the sound....one speaker quit working so we had to rely on their PA to get a lot of the drums out, but the soundguy was nowhere to be found to have him turn them up. Someone stuck their head in the door and said we were hitting 108 on the DB meter and they had a 98 DB limit.....guitars turn down, still can't hear shit.
My girlfriend walks outside where there's hundreds of people waiting for a comedy show and people drinking around the bar we're playing at, there's PA speakers outside surrounding the club.....and all they've got coming through those speakers is my vocals, screaming with no context....no fuckin' wonder foot traffic was just walking by...
Bartender was a hipster dick who acted like pouring my Blue Moon was the last thing he wanted to do. Good job, dick, I'm a bartender for my day job.
They did a filmed interview with us after, which obviously won't get used for anything. The host kept screwing up our name (Terracode) and rushed it so quickly it was obvious that he didn't want to be there as well. Final question they asked us was "Should Hawaii be it's own state?" WTF?
Turns out the disheveled dude I saw WAS the promoter from back in the day. Talked to him a bit and he remembered the old band but said he didn't see us play in the current one. Thankfully he's one of the judges, so I guess that works out....
What makes it worse is that I gave up a $200 shift at work to go and make an ass of myself. I hadn't been that pissed after a gig since I was in high school.
your first problem was thinking that playing a battle of the bands was a good idea.