Gigs On A Tuesday Night

Whenever I try to venture out in a new city, if I get the chance I like to see some live music in a place where local bands play. Some other city’s version of The Water Rats or The Hope And Anchor in North London. When I was in Stockholm my mates band (http://www.myspace.com/letssaywedidmusic) had a gig in a nice little place above a restaurant. In Dublin I found a venue called Whelan’s. The first band I don’t remember at all. The second band were a three piece that I remember two things about. First that they did a really good cover of a Black Keys song and the second that the female drummer was amazingly good looking. Then came on a band that looked like they’d just wandered in from a travellers site and sounded like a Rage Against The Machine tribute act.
In Chicago I stumbled into a bar that quite randomly had a night of hardcore punk bands. Two hours of very short songs at a breakneck speed.
On the way back to the hotel that night some drunk bloke walking behind me called out at me. I ignored him. He then calls out, “Hey buddy, could you please sing me a song?”
This time I turn around and in bemusement say, “What?”
“Please, I need to hear a song." Then he holds onto my arm and pleads over and over with me to sing him a song.
“Please, I’m blind,” he says and tries faking being blind by half closing his eyes and putting his hands outstretched as a guide.
“What would you like to hear?” I say.
“Anything, anything at all. Please, I’m blind and need to hear a song.”
I tell him that I can’t think of anything, then I walk away from him very fast. And as I do I hear him singing himself.

When I was in Berlin I went out to see some music. The first problem is that it was a Tuesday night. The most dead night of the week in any city. I walked in on the sound check of a fresh faced emo/metal type band that went on for another twenty minutes. It was ten thirty by then. God knows when the sound check started. I go to the bar and get another drink and go outside to smoke a cigarette. By the time I come back their actual gig had began. There were two more people in the room than at the sound check. About ten in all. But did these ten people make up in volume and encouragement for what they lacked in numbers? Fuck no. Not one of them seemed like they wanted to be there at all. In-between songs they could only just about be bothered to raise their hands to put a few claps together. Meanwhile on stage they were acting like they were playing to a sold out crowd at whatever Berlin’s equivalent of the Brixton Academy is. For the first two songs the lead guitarist had on sunglasses that flashed red at the sides. Then he changes to a regular pair of sunglasses. Almost every song had its own signature move that the two guitarists and bassist did in tandem in a certain part of a song. On some there was a regular head bang. Then their was the side to side headband. And on one song they pulled out the ‘jump up and down at the same time’ move. All shockingly awful things to do, but I got to hand it to them for pulling out all the stops to the most disinterested Tuesday night crowd.