Publisher's Note: Due to threat of DMCA strike, the name of the venue listed has been redacted, and replaced with [HORRIBLE IRISH PUB].
we got booked for a 3 band ticketed show at [HORRIBLE IRISH PUB]. the one on [XXXXXX] street that always looks closed.
you cant call yourself an irish pub if you don't have a picture of james joyce hanging up. i cant bring my friend patrick (irish) anywhere because he gets drunk and tries to take them down to keep.
this band had 3 members at the time. we got paid 75 dollars split 3 ways. we were the first people to play. it was my first time playing a ticketed show and i felt like an INAUTHENTIC SELLOUT!
the ATM was covered in stickers of horrible hardcore bands with horrible fonts. after the age of 18, hardcore bands make me sad in the the same way thinking about your high school english teacher's life makes you sad.
[HORRIBLE IRISH PUB] was not open when we arrived. i waited in the cold (feburary) for a sad man in a flannel overshirt (macy's) to open the door.
we decided to play a new song that day. it had one chord (e minor). we had never practiced it.
around twelve to fifteen people attended the show at [HORRIBLE IRISH PUB]. the stage seems more suited to a dean martin style jazzcat or clean comedy.
i borrowed the bass cab from the other band playing, it sounded like shit we played 6 songs
a POPULAR B0STON SCENESTER (age <30) came up to me + lead singer (drunk). said it sounded great, but like you would say a young childs drawing of crayon scribbles is great.
the person i was dating at the time (irish) sat near it with a disposable camera. she spent most of the time reading a book (popular fiction).
i only spoke to one employee of [HORRIBLE IRISH PUB] that didnt believe iwas in the band and wouldnt let me back in.
75 dollars split 3 ways is 25 dollars. THE LUCK OF THE IRISH!
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