Well, long story short – the drummer arrived; we played the remaining time. Later on the wedded couple sued the agent for the amount of down time that the band had.
Another time, another gig, the bass player literally passed out on stage. He wasn’t drunk; he wasn’t high; he was sick. He decided he’d play the gig sick. Again, we have this feeling within us that the show must go on! We don’t want to disappoint the clubs, the fans, and the other band members who are usually counting on whatever money is being made from the gig.
But, this situation again resulted in an ambulance arrival – only this time the guy was taken to the hospital. The keyboard player was his best friend and stayed with him at the hospital.
Needless the say, the gig was over. The rest of us packed up the equipment and had to suck it up because we didn’t get paid. It didn’t matter that we showed up, set up and got through two songs. The club owner was pissed because now he was stuck without live music for the night. Had we been able to keep the keyboard player, we could have gotten through the gig relatively easily.
A return date was out of the question; that’s one club lost.
I did one gig that I had to drug myself up (with medication) to get through it. I had injured my back and was bed ridden. But, the show must go on. There’s something about live music and getting into that zone that seems to (at least in my case anyway) to eliminate whatever physical ailments you’re feeling. That day, I couldn’t walk well without assistance because of the pain, I couldn’t go up and down the stairs to the stage without escort, but once the music hit – it was on. My body worked and it moved easily without pain. However, when the set was over, the crowd cheered, the music stopped, I stood at the top of the back stage stairs looking down because I was unable to make it down by myself. My older son was off in the distance and I called to him. He came running and helped me down the stairs and into the car. I was driven home and promptly went back to being crippled and laid up in bed. My family thought I was crazy. But, the show must go on.