So, my band THE DAGGERS had somehow lucked into a Friday night show at the Double Door. It was our first time playing there, and while most bands would be stoked at the opportunity, we just saw it as a chance to act like assholes through a nicer p.a.. We were already a week late delivering a song for this compilation we were supposed to be on and hadn't even recorded it yet. We had set up some under-the-table recording time at Trax studio for the next night after-hours, but had been forced to shitcan the last couple practices and were pretty rusty. And drunk. So, Rob decides we should just play the song we gotta record in 22 hours, "Tonight I'm going to jail", ten times in a row. It was a brilliant idea then and it's a brilliant idea now, so it was a go.
My guitar amp was on the fritz, so I sauntered up to the girl who played guitar for that evenings headliners, whose name I've long since forgotten. I introduced myself and asked if I could play through her amp that night.
"Ummm, I guess..., but you can't touch the knobs...." she said, seeming a bit miffed.
"Can't touch the knobs, why not?" I asked
"My boyfriend set 'em for me." she replied.
Huh.
Ok.
So I found the dude from the other opener and asked him if I could use his amp and he said sure and rolled it over. I got acquainted with it and tuned up while Rob wrote out set lists that just said, 'Tonight I'm going to jail' over and over.
We were up. Rob leaned into the mic and yelled, "We are the Daggers and this one's called 'Tonight I'm going to jail'!" and we ripped through it, a little sloppy though. Next song, "This one's called 'You're Weak'!" and we ripped through 'Jail" a second time. Better. Next song, "This is a song about broken hearts, it's called 'If my baby rides a Variflex'!", boom, 'Jail', pretty good. By about the six or seventh time, we had really hit our groove, really fuckin' nailin' it. It was dead silence between songs, except for the bartenders laughing. We really having a blast and besides, we had to record this thing in a few hours and don't really practice. We wrapped it up after an encore ('Tonight I'm going to jail') and said our goodnights.
While loading out, As I walked past that chicks guitar amp and took my finger and ran it across the tops of the knobs, turning them all the way up. Every single knob.
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Wasn't that at Thurston's? You missed a crucial part of that story! Out of 4 bands, we were supposed to play 2nd or 3rd so it wasn't crucial to be there too early. I showed up to see the openers and was informed that we were, in fact the opening band! I called you guys to tell you but by the time you arrived, they only allowed us 15 minutes to play. Rob suggested the idea as a big middle finger for getting screwed out of our slot and the amount of time. After several times, Rob started losing his voice and I sang it once or twice but I didn't know the words yet so I just yelled incoherently. That's still one of my favorite shows of ours! Way better than the time we showed up at Thurston's with The Baseball Furies and weren't allowed to play because there was another show booked there!
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