I think they set some kind of record for use of the word "empowerment." Definitely the word of the gig. For most of the women at the party, it probably meant professional success. For a few, however, it was license to be a pushy, egotistical bitch. We had a couple of women--one who almost flipped out because we wouldn't let her play tambourine, and one who was sure she could make the party better by joining us on stage for a song (to sing I Will Survive, of all things--empowerment!). They were so relentless in bothering us, it pretty much ruined the gig for us.
To make matters worse, we had a moron running sound. I don't think we made it through a single song without a microphone feeding back.
We did our fastest load out ever. Thirty-five minutes after the gig, we had everything loaded into the trailer. Off to Nashville!
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