As you may have surmised, all of this diary to date has been written by me (Steve), but, much to the relief of everyone, especially me, we have a guest diarist today, Mr. Jeffrey Oliphant, drummer of the band. When it came time to recount our opening gig for the Sundays in Minneapolis, I was completely oblivious to their subterfuge so there was no one better to tell the story than Jeff. A little backgrounder before I hand it over: In order to do this gig, we had to drive 5 hours from Milwaukee to Mpls, then 6 hours back the next day to Chicago. 742 miles. For $500. All for this…
Anyway, take it away, Chuckie Fume!
“It was 1990… The Dipper was on a long tour when we arrived in Minneapolis. We were opening up for the English band “The Sundays” at 7th Street Entry. Well!! When we arrived, not only were we banned from the dressing room, but they gave us zero room on stage, so Bill had to stand off the stage in the crowd when performing. That this point Gary and I decided that no band, especially an English band that was pulling the old “we look down on opening bands bullshit” was going to get away with this behavior! So… During our set, the Sunday’s bass drum was right behind me, and every time I finished a beer, I placed it in his kick drum. Gary turned every knob on the front line equipment: bass amps, guitar, amps, and assorted foot pedals. After our set, we had to break down our equipment on the street. Gary and I went back into the club to see the expressions of the band when they broke into song. Well, the looks on their faces were looks of horror and confusion! We chuckled, left the club and it was on to the next city. Lesson from this! Be humble, and never fuck with the hard-working Dipper!!!!!”
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