I recently gathered the balls together to start calling bars around here and trying to book some small gigs. Apparently I have no end of opportunities in places where I am far away from like California and Germany, but shows in my city aren’t exactly raining out of the sky.
One thing that I guess I didn’t anticipate when picking the name “Brad Sucks” years ago was how much fun this would make my phone conversations with bookers one day.
THEM: What’s the name of your band?
ME: Oh it’s “Brad Sucks”
THEM: …Brad Sucks?
ME: Yep.
THEM: And your name’s Brad?
ME: Yeah.
THEM: So you suck.
ME: Yeah I’m not very good.
THEM: …
ME: …
THEM: …
ME: So are we in?
