What is your biggest music fandom mistake?
Moving this discussion over from the what are you listening to thread. In 95 or 96 (I suppose I could figure out exactly when, but meh) I was at a show at First Avenue and at the time they would pass out complimentary tickets to upcoming shows that weren't sold out. My buddy and I got tickets to see some band with a weird name we and our friends had never heard of. We made fun of the name for a little while and obviously didn't go to the show. A couple weeks later, we and everyone else had heard of The Fugees. We've kicked ourselves ever since, and it seems unlikely that I'll ever have another chance to see them.
What's yours?
Craig
What's yours?
Craig
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A couple of my sisters and some of their friends were in New Orleans in the mid-90s. My one sister really wanted to go to this small club to check out an up-and-coming soul/R&B singer. Nobody else wanted to and she missed the show. A year or so later she released her debut album...
Back in '96 a friend of mine and I decided to try to get tickets to see Soundgarden at Roseland in NYC (it was their 2nd of 3 nights. Another friend didn't bother and figured he would catch them next time. The scalpers were ridiculous, but it turned out that there were still tickets at the box office for 20 bucks. We went in and had a great time. Told the other guy all about it. Then they cancelled the 3rd night because of Cornell's voice troubles and... broke up 6 months later.
Got chatting but either my somewhat drunken chat up lines were not much good or she thought there was someone better out there, She was very nice about it but got badly ribbed by all when friends met up a couple of days later.
The lady concerned has made a few great records which I have bought over the years, one of which could have been named after me!
When I was just out of high school, I got a call from a friend, who needed a bass player for a private function--a birthday for the adult kid of a record exec. We met up with a drummer, who was a rather nice guy, jammed a bit, set out a set list with some covers. I was told that some of the drummer's bandmates would show up and would want to play some of their songs: would I be able to keep up, he asked? We played. The miniscule guitarist showed up, and he was a complete ass. We played a little. I let him play my bass for a few songs (it's a nice G&L fretless). The singer showed up--another asshole, just more spastic. A few more songs. We tried some of their songs, which I didn't get. I kept hoping that the bass player would show up, but never did. I handed my bass over to my friend for a few songs while I relaxed. Soon, the singer left, followed by the guitarist a few songs later, and the three of us continued for another half hour. A few months later my friend played the record they just released for me. I thought it was decent, though more "metal" than what I liked.
I didn't miss my brush with major music celebrity; I was clobbered by it. They were assholes. They became bigger assholes.
Aimee Mann on Portlandia.
Craig
Back in 1994 there was announced a show in Jazzhouse Montmartre in Copenhagen with a guy called Jeff Buckley.
Being a huge fan of his father Tim, I thought it could be interesting, but for reasons I can't remember I decided not to go.
The less than 100 people who made their way to the show had an experience for their life.
No we dont get that here but thanks for the link, really good
I'm looking forward to tomorrow's episode with Dirty Projectors and some guy names J Mascis at a festival for "gentle bands".
Craig
I did eventually get to see him, three or four times, but I was not happy about that summer.
Saw him about 25 years later, but it just wasn't the same - kind of lame, actually. Very disappointing.
My big miss was passing on Stevie Ray Vaughan and Jeff Beck when they did a co-headlining tour a few months before SRV died. I was living in Atlanta and they were playing an arena show (at the Omni, I believe). I waited until the day of the show, and tickets were still available but the weather was lousy so I blew it off. Figured I'd catch them next time.
On the flip side, I did see Jeff Buckley at a tiny club called The Point in Atlanta, and he was incredible. I remember being there with a few people, including a friend of a friend who owned a local indie record store and was NOT impressed with the show. He left about halfway through. Moron.
I also saw a blues guitarist named John Campbell, well worth seeking out if you haven't heard him, at Blind Willie's in Atlanta the day after my 30th birthday. He was amazing and did a version of When the Levee Breaks that still gives me chills. He died of a heart attack about a month later, only 41 years old.