The scene: the Circle of Fifths Open Mic Night at the POW (Little India). We were having a nice comfy time, really a bunch of guys playing for each other and a few tourist/backpacker types, when a pair of DRUNK AS HELL Australians walk into the bar.
(Sounds like a bad joke. A pair of drunk Aussies walk into a bar...)
One of them starts shouting something incoherent at Chris Brassington, but none of us could really hear whether he was saying something like "you rock" or "you f**k*". Things like that really sound quite similar when they are slurred out with a heavy, heavy Australian accent (remove all the consonants and you'll get an idea of what we were hearing). At that point, I think a few of us were worried that one of them would get violent.
Chris was already on one of his last songs, so he finished up, and it was my turn to play. Chris, being quite familiar with the ways of the drunk, whispered to me: "you have to go up fast, don't let it be quiet for too long. Not good to have it too quiet." In the few short minutes between Chris's set and mine, one of the drunks had found himself up on the stage, swaying about menacingly/hilariously (not sure which one to use at the moment). What was he shouting about up there? Hmm..
Have a look for yourself.
Yeah, you can laugh ;)
There's something to be said about playing music in some kind of community, even if it's as transient as the bunch of people at an open mic. If there was some kinda tension in the room (WHAT'S THE DRUNK GONNA DO), I felt safer knowing that my fellow musicians were around me. That's Jon Ashley's voice I can distinctly hear going "GET OFF THE STAGE!"...
Ok yes, I feel quite proud of myself for thinking up that song in the nanosecond I was up there and figuring out how to get him off the stage without things getting unpleasant. But without the bunch of guys in the room, I'm not sure I would've dared to do what I did. Truth.
The drunk, the support, and my brilliant (ahem) reactions continued through the set, some of which you can watch here (warning, some NC16 language)
(Apologies for destroying the Bob Dylan song........)
All considered, it was a pretty fun night. The drunk dude was going on and on and on and on about how I had a nice voice, the most commercial sound of the night (reeeally now), and how he would get "his people" to contact me if I gave him my number. SO I DID GIVE HIM MY NUMBER, AND TWO MONTHS ON, HE STILL HASN'T CONTACTED ME. Oh, the heartbreak..