Opening for major label bands. It’s pretty friggin’ cool. This is especially true when opening for a band that you admire and like their music. Even the ones that aren’t your ‘bag’, it’s still pretty awesome. That is, until the bag turns into a big sack of shit of epic lameness.
Here is where we roll back the clock. No, wait. The calendar…
Back in February of this year, (2013 for those not sure) RIPCHAIN performed at the Knitting Factory Boise opening along with Bukkitt (these guys are cool cats) for Nonpoint and Candlelight Red.
In typical fashion, we arrived at the venue a little before 4pm (load-in time). Since the label bands were not there yet, the Knit stage hand (we’ll call him ‘Cool guy’) gave us the ok to load in. And so we did…
We were almost finished loading onto the freight elevator when the label bands pulled up in their snazzy rides (yeah, we were a bit jealous). The road manager (we will call him… ‘Mangina’) noticed our gear and promptly started bitching to the Cool guy about us having our gear on the elevator.
Somewhat embarrassed, Cool guy asked us to remove our gear so the label bands could load in first. We complied and quickly removed every last piece of gear so as to not impede the Royal’s passage. Roll out the red carpet bitches…
Once Mangina and his entourage had made their way, we again, loaded our gear onto the elevator and loaded in. And there was much rejoicing… Yay.
Waiting to set up, the stage manager (we will call him ‘Wood thou shall be known as Dag’) explained to us that there would be no entrance nor passage through the green room/backstage area. Mangina had spoken. Royal exclusive, peasants denied. Our fate was to be the storage room… Hmm, ok.
The storage room was just that. A room for storing stuff… And peasants (that’s us) which play guitar, bass and drums.
The nice thing about the storage room was it’s proximity… directly across from where the commissary was to be handled for the evening. Burgers and fries. The staple of countless musicians. Chow time.
Oops! Once again, the peasants had overstepped their bounds. Consuming first had Mangina furious. Everyone knows that the Royal’s come first before the peasants. That explains a lot…
It’s stage time. RIPCHAIN’s moment in the spotlight and we took full advantage of it. Mangina, however, did not approve as he decided to cut our set short.
The crowd chanted “One more!” and with the approval of Wood thou shall be known as Dag, we were going to do just that… One… More… Song… NOT!!!
Mangina, much like an enraged orangutan, began jumping up and down, screaming profanities and proceeded to pull cords… Set done.
We, RIPCHAIN, learned a valuable lesson from this event. Although the crowd wanted us to play on, is was not our show. The show belonged to Nonpoint and Candlelight Red. With respect to them, and per Magina’s demands, we should have gotten offstage. It’s called professionalism and we missed the mark that day.
Regarding the previously aforementioned, we realize everyone has to pay their dues, but really?! With the amount of time it took to bitch about the gear on the elevator, we could have been off-loaded. With no backstage access our roadie had to run around the crowd to get to the other side of the stage. With a little communication, much of the unpleasantries of the evening could have been avoided.
That said, Mangina was a total fucking douche bag! Yeah, you can quote me on that. \m/