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There was this one old lady throwing $20 bill after $20 bill into the slot machine, and she had been there all night. We played Ramones stuff, Rancid, I think there was a Sex Pistols song in there too, we were having a blast, and some people actually started to come over to our side of the dividor once we were playing well. We abandoned the songs that we had planned on and began to play some original tunes and some other stuff that we liked. I though that that was pretty cool, and with that, all hell broke loose.
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She told us that we could jam as long as we wanted but never to come back again. In the nicest way possible they told me that we just wern't the kind of band that they were interrested in and that we were more or less ruining their night, so the owner handed me $80 and said "thanks for comming, sorry it didn't work out we can't pay you in full." She went on to tell me that she didn't like us so much that she was leaving her bar and was going to go to a different club to hear some of the songs we had done played well by someone who cared. Now I guess it's fair to say that we wern't really into the songs we had chosen to play, and we hadn't really learned them well, so after destroying some "classic rock" the bar owners had had enough and pulled me aside. Now we all know that some people are so hell-bent on throwing their hard earned dollars and cents into those fuckin machines that they will put up with almost anything, but I couldn't believe the resilliance of the slot jockeys that night. The problem that the bar had forgotten to address, was the fact that the people who were playing the video lottery terminals (whom I affectionatly refer to as "Slot Jockeys") were stuck in the same room as us.
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After dealing with a few technical problems (nothing to patch vocals through) we were ready to go and we started our set. Now this bar was set up so that there were two sections, one where bands could set up and play in, and one where you could get away from the dirty dirty noise, so these old folks lucked out a little. We went in and as soon as they saw blue hair, a mohawk and a leather jacket the knew they had made a mistake, it was cool though 'cuz they didn't say no right away, they told us to set up and go nuts. They asked if we played bar tunes for people with canes and walkers and we said we did, so they told us they'd give us a try and pay us 150 bucks. Hubcaps, or The Hideaway, or something like that, and we asked them if they would let us play. (Tour never happened due to lack of green, but we'll get there kids, be patient.) Anyway, we learned some stupid songs, and a few cool ones too, and we called this bar called. We swallowed our pride for so's we could makes some moneys and tour. The problem in Corner Brook bar shows though, is that unless you are gonna play fuckin' "Brown Eyes Girl" and other bullshit "bar-rock" tunes for the grizzly old men and women who go to these places, you can't fuckin' play.
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We were looking to make some money, so we decided the best way to do it would be to play bar shows around town. About two years ago, Justin, Cranford and I were in a band together called Ranfield 13.