The Hilariously Random Sunday Night Gig

The Hilariously Random Sunday Night Gig

As we made our way to Monee Ponds while trying not to get lost we couldn’t help but wonder, “What the hell is this gig going to be like?”
It’s a freezing Sunday night, in the middle of winter and on the other side of the city.
After passing the venue and trying not to get lost as we turn down random deserted streets to try to do u-turns and over speed bumps that go down before they go up.
We finally found the venue and had to park 50 metres down the road.
Before lugging the equipment down the street we thought we’d go check out the place first. We walk into a one of the emptiest bars I have ever seen! Including myself, the guys, the bar tender and the acoustic set that was about to go on there would have been about 10 people max. (I was waiting for the tumbleweed to blow past our feet).
After finding out where we could put the gear we went to grab everything and the guys thought, “Stuff this we’ll just have fun”.

As Vixia (minus 1) started playing I saw two guys walk in the door, grab some drinks and start watching and then another two people come in and then a group of about 20 not quite sober guys come in and started buying drinks and chips by the truck load and yelling “PLAY SOMETHING WE KNOW!!!” and “GUNNERS!!!”

Ripley said, “We don’t know any Gunners, do you know The Beatles?” And I must say I was surprised when they all yelled, “YEAH!” Vixia then started playing “I saw her standing there” by The Beatles and I have to say I would of never thought I’d see people shuffling and doing the zomba to The Beatles. When Ripley sang “And she won’t dance with no other!” Two of them grabbed each one of my arms and sung the line as loud as they could while trying to dance with me (They were unsuccessful). Since the venue itself was quite small Loui, Ripley and Torren saw the whole thing and I looked up laughing so hard it almost hurt to all of them laughing at it themselves.

Things started to get a bit out of hand when they started picking up tables, throwing and standing on stools, “kung-fu” fighting with each other, fighting with the bar tender and claiming that they knew the owner who’s name was Danny (coincidence) and that he would allow them to do this. They then tried to get their point across by chanting his name as loud as they could. This was all while the Ripley, Torren and Loui were playing therefore they thought the guys were chanting my name (confusing!)

Anyway the bartender ended up calling a security guard in and before they were about to be kicked out, the drunkest of the lot decided he wanted to give Torren money, after unsuccessfully trying to throw it at Torren and his mate giving it back to him. This guy then believed that if he licked the $10 note it would stick to Torren’s face… he was wrong.

It was then time for the last song (an original) and as soon as Ripley announced it was the last song and that it would be an original there was a chorus of “HOW THE FUCK ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT SONG!” Ripley replies, “It’s so you know who we are!” “Who are you?” one replies as he stares drunkenly at the bass drum. “VIXIA!” Ripley announced. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!” he slurred.

As Vixia started playing “Away” the group of men decided they best leave because they figured no “Gunners” would be played and they were going to get kicked out anyway, so it was back to me and the few other people that were in the bar in the first place. After the gig we decided it was a pretty positive/ freaking hilarious night that had to be told.

That was the story of The Hilariously Random Sunday Night Gig.

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Thanks for reading Dani.