Pearl's blog: "Free 4 All"

1st off... If anyone gets offended by this blog. Get Bent! I'm not angry or scorned. That's not why I made this blog. If there were not a need and a reason to have such a thing I wouldn't have created it. This is not about slamming people for the hell of it just because they pissed you off a little. There are tons of nice people in this world but for each one there is a JerkWad! That one person boy or girl that thinks they can get away with it all or believes the internet is just a playground to anonymously hurt people for their own gain. So with that said... **************************** I think the Amber Alert thing on FU-Bar is great. But they should also create the Jerk Alert. For people that con others or screw you over online or otherwise. That way everyone would know who the bastard was that did you wrong. Pay FU-Bar $100 to deem someone a Jerk and watch their name turn a flashing bold and bright irritating orange. There could be Mumm Jerk Offs... So we could vote on the biggest jerk of the day. Bulletin Jerks to spout off about the latest jerkwads and their jerkings... Jerk Gifts such as Jerk Wrags, Im A Jerk shirts, Jerk Wads and Jerky Treats... Oh yes and that special million dollar VIC Jerk Gift... The You Suck! Icon. And of corse there would be a Jerk Lounge where all the Jerks could hang out together...

So you've been wandering around the FU-Bar and you've ended up backstage. You've either been invited with an official pass, are drunk or have taken a wrong turn while trying to find the bathroom.
By rkrgrl If you're up for it hang out and party with the band. Post up some pics of your own backstage passes or old concert stubbs you may still have laying around. Free drinks for those that actually do this! If your a musician then become an Official FU-Bar Rocker yourself and join the band! Post your info here. What do you play? Are you in a band? Got demos? Post a pic! You're backstage live it up!

TOO OLD TO GIG!!? (NEVER...) You know you're too old to gig when : It becomes more important to find a place on-stage for your box fan, than your amp. You refuse to play out of tune. You need Bengay... after warming up. Your gig clothes make you look like George Burns out for a round of golf. Your fans have left by 10:30 p.m. All you want from groupies is a foot massage. Your after show party is at the International House of Pancakes. You love taking the elevator because you can sing along to most of your playlist You hire band members for their values instead of their talent. Instead of a fifth member, your band wants to spring for a roadie. You've lost the directions to the gig. You need your glasses to see your amp settings. You've thrown out your back jumping off the stage. You've thrown out your neck head-banging. You're thrilled to have New Year's Eve off. The waitress is your daughter. You stop the set because your bottle of Ibuprofen fell behind the speakers. Most of your crowd just sways in their seats. You find your drink tokens from last month's gig in your guitar case. You no longer use a tip jar. You refuse to play without earplugs. You cut your hair because of your day job. You ask the club owner if you can start at 8:30 p.m. instead of 9:30 p.m. You check the TV schedule before booking a gig. Your gig stool has a back. You're related to at least one other member of the band... and it's one of your kids. You need a nap before the gig. You don't let anyone "sit in." After the third set, you bug the club owner to let you quit early. During the breaks, you now go to your van to lay down... without a groupie. You prefer a music stand with a light. You can't operate without a set list. You will actually play Moanie Moanie, Jim Dandy, Gimmie 3 Steps and Born to Be Wild in public. You have a contract. You say you double on bass. You know what "playing in the pocket" means. You can't remember lyrics you've been singing since the song first came out on vinyl with a big hole in the middle. You only gig on weekends... and You don't recover until Tuesday afternoon.