When I was living in Seattle, my band mates and I decided to go out one night and see the Spoonman perform at the Showbox. You know, the guy made famous by the Soundgarden tune. I have no idea what possessed me to go along with this. I hated that guy. I mean here I was workin my butt off tryin to play all the clubs and get a record deal and some bum (he was a street musician) gets big playin the freakin spoons! But I went along anyway.
The Showbox was one of the premier clubs in Seattle at the time and the place was packed! There was one or two opening acts and then the Spoonman came out. Everybody went nuts for this guy and then the place got deathly quiet. You see, beatin two spoons together doesn’t really make a lot of noise, so you have to be quiet to hear it. I wouldn’t say that I heckled the Spoonman, but I also didn’t really go along with the whole being quiet thing. One girl in particular took offense to my behavior and actually moved to the other side of the room. I was in one of those moods that night so I followed her over there and continued to talk… at an elevated volume. She was not amused.
Finally the bum finished beating the spoons together and it was time to get the hell out of there. On the way out, somehow I ended up right behind my new “friend”. So I tapped her on the shoulder and asked her, in the most friendly voice, “Did you enjoy the show?” She turned around so excited to tell someone how great it was only to see my smiling face. I’ve never seen a person go from such excitement to such disappointment so quickly.
Thankfully the Spoonman has gone away now, probably back to the alley, but at least he gave me a great memory and a good story to tell. Got any good concert stories to share? Leave me a comment! I’d love to hear em!