The Red Dirt Bar Gig

I mean, I was excited to head to the Red Dirt for a gig. I mean— go to a historic SAMURAI site (I mean, it was where they had their first gig, that's a pretty big deal) while earning some eddies while I'm at it.
 
I was wrong.
 
I mean the place is honestly kinda dumpy, even for my standards. Okay, it wasn't the worst place I'd performed at, but come on, sweep the stage every once in a while. You do not wanna know the different kinds of stains I saw on the stage. Hell, I physically can't count the number of colors of stains I saw up there on both hands, it's unreal.
 
I usually don't play with a large band, but I needed a keyboardist and a drummer for this performance since I was testing out some new tunes, but holy hell was the drummer a pain in my ass— seriously. You couldn't ask for a more incompetent bandmate. I swear if you asked him to point out where the FUCKING CYMBALS were, he would stare at you dead in the eyes and say you made that shit up. Trust me when I say that happened to me. I couldn't have asked for a more untalented hack to back me up, I really need some permanent bandmates (wink wink, nudge nudge). The keyboardist was alright though, good on him (Terrence Howerry if anyone's looking for a good keyboardist).
 
I ended up cutting the drum solo (for the better).
 
The place was honestly just filthy. I mean it makes sense that it's a common first gig place, but come on... they couldn't improve it after fucking Samurai? Really?
 
All this aside, the drinks were good, which I guess is all you can ask for. The Johnny Silverhand special is pretty damn good, I'll tell you that much.