Bluff experience: Against all odds, local show starts on time.

  An unoccupied stage. In my 15 years of seeing shows in Memphis, this was the first to begin at the allotted time.

An unoccupied stage. In my 15 years of seeing shows in Memphis, this was the first to begin at the allotted time.

So I’m a reporter, right? And as a good local music reporter I go to as many local shows as I can, so I can keep abreast of the music scene. Cause that’s what reporters do. So allow me to regale you with my trip to the scene last week. It was Saturday night and everything looked as if it was going to be nothing but the usual. The venue had agreed to a nine band bill for the show. The owner admitted to being double booked for the evening and didn’t want to piss the bands off, but didn’t want the bands to forget that none of them put up actual posters anywhere.  “Let’s just make it a benefit for something” the bartender shouted. “For what?” someone asked.  “Who gives a shit, just update the Facebook invite.”  In what seemed like seconds, there were three merch tables full of band swag, which everyone in town had already bought, covering the back of the bar. Which is odd considering that the show was now a benefit. Now musicians started pouring in, with more gear than any of them actually needed, all with their own guest list in hand. There was only one set of drums on stage. I asked the sound tech and she said “the ‘headliner’ act offered to let the openers use it. But there were only four bands on the show, did that stop the other FIVE bands from just assuming their drummers could using them? Hickory Dickory Fuck No.”  Then I heard a tale five different musicians all had to work late so there wasn’t a single full band there. Not that it mattered much, seems the doorman was still making his way from 201 poplar for a D.U.I. charge he was popped for the night before. The sound engineer hadn’t even bothered to turn on the PA and it was 20 minutes till the first band was supposed to start. Disaster seems inveitable, but, just like that, the rest of the musicians showed up and worked out, with relative ease, the order of the night. The sound engineer finished her beer with a smile and was ready to get the show started, she even asked the crowd what kind of music they wanted to hear that night. All the gear was lined up orderly and out of the way, the show was ready to begin. The first band yelled “Good Evening, Let’s start this shit!!” to a room full of their significant others and no one else. Cause the show may be ready to go but the crowd is never early. But I was there and I’m glad I was. I saw a unicorn that night and that doesn’t happen often enough.

Josh Mclane is a Memphis Comedian. Like his facebook page, listen to his podcast or follow him on twitter @joshuamclane