Devin
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Was your drummer David Thibodeau?!
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Was your drummer David Thibodeau?!
FormerlyKnownAsMaddnotez
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Waco Kvlts get all the poon.
PDC
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After ‘candle-farter’ the admins coulda’ just locked this thread, cause that story cannot be topped in this life time. Period.
All I got is this: in the very early 90’s, I lived in LA trying desperately to ‘make it.’ I answered an ad in that weekly industry magazine and found myself way up in North Hollywood for what ’sounded’ like a legit label supported project. It was a duplex strategically positioned underneath a massive tower of some sort - pre cell phones, so maybe it was just power lines running through the front yard?
The dude that posted the ad was the singer. No other musicians were there - no bass, drums - nuthin.
Nuthin’ but his girlfriend. Who wanted to be a professional wrestler. She was in full WWF garb down to the knee-high patent leather wrestling boots with the thick crepe-rubbber soles. And a crazy 1-piece wrestling singlet. She had some nutty womens’ match playing on the TV on VHS and she was literally replicating both roles - leaping off of the sofa and chair onto a mattress laid down in the middle of the living room. It was a scene. Singer dude said ‘don’t mind her, she’s rehearsing.’
I acted like I forgot something at home and booked.
All I got is this: in the very early 90’s, I lived in LA trying desperately to ‘make it.’ I answered an ad in that weekly industry magazine and found myself way up in North Hollywood for what ’sounded’ like a legit label supported project. It was a duplex strategically positioned underneath a massive tower of some sort - pre cell phones, so maybe it was just power lines running through the front yard?
The dude that posted the ad was the singer. No other musicians were there - no bass, drums - nuthin.
Nuthin’ but his girlfriend. Who wanted to be a professional wrestler. She was in full WWF garb down to the knee-high patent leather wrestling boots with the thick crepe-rubbber soles. And a crazy 1-piece wrestling singlet. She had some nutty womens’ match playing on the TV on VHS and she was literally replicating both roles - leaping off of the sofa and chair onto a mattress laid down in the middle of the living room. It was a scene. Singer dude said ‘don’t mind her, she’s rehearsing.’
I acted like I forgot something at home and booked.
shredhead7
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Like most here it's always the drummers. A few for me. Death metal band late 90's, early 2000's. We're into Melodeath and prog, so take Arch Enemy and add Meshuggah break downs.
First drummer, lives with mom who is raging alcoholic (the wannabe cool mom). We're in the basement, my whole band is setup, he has his kit. The kid could blast and play fast, but his tempo was all over the place and he could only play in 4. We had one particular song that had a bridge that was 5/4 that went into 7/8. The tempo was fast, but it was just 8th and quarter notes, you could hum the melody and we just wanted him to play toms to that, kinda tribal. He could not get it. We played maybe twenty times when finally his mom comes stumbling down the stairs. 'Why can't you play that? Come on honey, it just goes, ba bah ba bah bah ba ba like this.' He wants to die, she can hardly stand as she's trying to air drum our song. Felt bad for the dude.
Second drummer. He ripped. He was the best around. He also lived with his drug addicted mother. He did not have a drivers license, because of course he didn't. He lived way the hell out of town too, so it was an 1:20 drive round trip to pick him and his drums up and circle back to my house for band practice. One day I pick him up at around 12. He's in his moms kitchen and pulls out a foil. I've seen meth, but it was always at a distance. He says, here you want some? and proceeds to fire it up. I say, nah, I'm good. His mom from the living room, 'yeah, he was dragging ass this morning so I had to get him a little pick me up.' Okay then.
Lastly, we weren't immune from being immature. We were trying out another guitar player. I knew the guy loosely from around the scene. He was a bit of a poser, but we were desperate. Back then, I used to hack satellite from Canada. Canada gives no shits about porn and there were a plethora of hardcore gay porn channels. So, the four of us, are all sitting on my couch with the big screen tv showing one guy getting plowed by another, while blowing another dude. The doorbell rings, I answer it. Yeah, hey great to see you come on in. We're just having a few beers watching tv. Can get you one? He rounds the corner and sees the tv and stops. The guys all kept straight faces, yeah, hey man, come on in. Nice to meet you. That was pretty funny.
First drummer, lives with mom who is raging alcoholic (the wannabe cool mom). We're in the basement, my whole band is setup, he has his kit. The kid could blast and play fast, but his tempo was all over the place and he could only play in 4. We had one particular song that had a bridge that was 5/4 that went into 7/8. The tempo was fast, but it was just 8th and quarter notes, you could hum the melody and we just wanted him to play toms to that, kinda tribal. He could not get it. We played maybe twenty times when finally his mom comes stumbling down the stairs. 'Why can't you play that? Come on honey, it just goes, ba bah ba bah bah ba ba like this.' He wants to die, she can hardly stand as she's trying to air drum our song. Felt bad for the dude.
Second drummer. He ripped. He was the best around. He also lived with his drug addicted mother. He did not have a drivers license, because of course he didn't. He lived way the hell out of town too, so it was an 1:20 drive round trip to pick him and his drums up and circle back to my house for band practice. One day I pick him up at around 12. He's in his moms kitchen and pulls out a foil. I've seen meth, but it was always at a distance. He says, here you want some? and proceeds to fire it up. I say, nah, I'm good. His mom from the living room, 'yeah, he was dragging ass this morning so I had to get him a little pick me up.' Okay then.
Lastly, we weren't immune from being immature. We were trying out another guitar player. I knew the guy loosely from around the scene. He was a bit of a poser, but we were desperate. Back then, I used to hack satellite from Canada. Canada gives no shits about porn and there were a plethora of hardcore gay porn channels. So, the four of us, are all sitting on my couch with the big screen tv showing one guy getting plowed by another, while blowing another dude. The doorbell rings, I answer it. Yeah, hey great to see you come on in. We're just having a few beers watching tv. Can get you one? He rounds the corner and sees the tv and stops. The guys all kept straight faces, yeah, hey man, come on in. Nice to meet you. That was pretty funny.
mooncobra
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You are a glutton for punishment.
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Meanjoegreene
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I’ve had a few but none close to some of these. Mostly the typical weirdos that tend to listen to rock music or singers that suck but think they’re Robert Plant.
But the theme of this thread underscores my movement to require everyone to work with the public at least 6 weeks at some point in their life…kinda like mandatory military service. People have no clue what kind of shit is out there until they spend some time with the public. The amount of weird and crazy is just off the charts.
But the theme of this thread underscores my movement to require everyone to work with the public at least 6 weeks at some point in their life…kinda like mandatory military service. People have no clue what kind of shit is out there until they spend some time with the public. The amount of weird and crazy is just off the charts.
alan67
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Nothing really but it makes me laugh till this day: We auditioned a singer who showed up dressed like he was trying to out glam Poison and was really going overboard with the "stage" persona when all we were trying to do was get through a single song. Anyways, he was so bad that midway through a 6th or 7th take I turned around, put my amp on standby, set the guitar in the stand and walked out without saying anything (only me on guitar)- they kept playing....I walked straight out of the building and down a couple doors to the Burger King where I proceeded to order a whopper meal and sat down to eat. About 15 minutes later my bass player walks in and says, I figured you'd be here.....lol
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Bardagh
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I’m having trouble deciding which is worse, this or our dude with the candle up his butt.
Also those substance abuse stories are depressing as shit.
BlackRose
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No
I heard he got out before it all burnt down
alan67
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Ya know, according to RottingCorpse a candle loses nothing by lighting another candle - maybe he just thought you guys brought your own candles....
shredhead7
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yeah, the drug use in that second family was no joke. Sad. The later, it was more fun (in my opinion), because we were all super straight laced, short hair office white collar music nerds (like Rush) that happened to play death metal. We ended up having that guy join. He lasted about a year, but was more into the limelight than practicing his parts, so we let him go. I miss the old days, pre kids and marriage, where we could gig all of the time.
RevDrucifer
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Definitely was for a long time; around 2015 I quit the last original band I was in and built a small home studio. The last 7 years have been the most un-punishing and rewarding years of my musical life!
mooncobra
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Not even close, a joke compared to the most deranged lunatic around.