Don't Start A Band, Because Sometimes You Will Be Paid In Hummus

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This week, Rocks Off has decided to let our readers know that we feel your pain - we're in a band, too. For those readers who are smart enough not to be in a band, we applaud you. For the unfortunate ones who decided to pursue this dream, though, we're going to dedicate this blog to you. We want to hear your worst, most horrific stories - are you in a death-metal band that accidentally booked a show at cowboy bar? Have you ever been haggled by your own friends and/or fans, only six of whom showed up to your show anyway? Rocks Off understands, and we want to hear about it. So drop us a line or shoot us an e-mail. In the meantime, we'll tell you about the difficulties we've encountered in our musical experiments, and you can tell us if you relate. Or if we're complete idiots.

Being in college and having a hectic schedule, coupled with bandmates who are likewise busy, makes playing shows a commodity for us. We'd like to do it more often, but it's hard to find the time. For this reason, we're usually happy to play anywhere. Usually. But two weeks ago, our drummer booked a show at a place we had never heard of. We had an itch to play, so we thought, "Why not?" and showed up without question. It was a hookah bar, and we arrived on a Sunday morning at 10 a.m. The place was supposed to open at 11, but its doors were locked until about noon. Did we mention this was the day after Daylight Savings? We set up our gear, got some free coffee and waited for a few people to show up... which didn't happen. Two hours into the show, all of seven people were at the place. Six disinterested faces asked us the same question we were asking ourselves: "Who wants to hear loud, in-your-face rock music on a Sunday afternoon?" No one, that's who. But we kept playing. We're still not really sure why, but we kept playing. For over three hours in the blistering sun, we played our hearts out (or at least tried to), and our lone saving grace was one kid in the crowd who couldn't have been more than nine years old who was rocking out. He was doing back flips and dancing to the best of his ability. We dedicated the show to him. After the show, we talked to the young boy and asked him what kind of music he liked. He told us that he really liked rock music and that Three Days Grace was his favorite band. "But you guys are way better," he said emphatically with a smile. He was right about that, at least. And as upset with the situation as we were, we couldn't help but smile that we made some kid's day. As we left, we tried to collect our money - we had been told it was a paying gig. The proprietor pretty much tried to pay us in hummus. We kid you not. So do yourself a favor, folks: if you're not already in a band, don't start. If you are, contact us. We'll help you get through it.

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