I've been friends with a fellow drummer on Facebook for years, met him in real life, we have a few IRL friends in common now. He has been to some of my gigs; me drumming, bass playing, even acting on one occasion, and he has always been effusive in his praise for how good the gig / show has been.
I have actually played a gig with him, he was drumming, I was playing bass and b-vox, for a birthday party of a mutual friend. Rock and Roll, a bit of metal, a bit of grunge, a bit of Indie. We all took our trousers off to play Gay Bar at the end of the gig. It was great, he can really play and he knows people who can really play too. I went to see his main band tonight, his 'big' band, the one he'll cry off a night out because he has to rehearse or gig with them. I had high hopes, because he had been 'bigging up' these guys for years.
They. Were. Pants.
They were tight, they were competent, they could all play, but they were playing effectively the playlist from a hair metal bar circa 1993: their Snakes were White, their Jovis were Bon, they'd been hanging with a Mötley Crüe of Bad Company, so they went on a Journey with a Foreigner, had a Kiss with a Loverboy, and they ended up not in Kansas any more Toto, but at least they were Free. Throw in Guns 'n' Roses and Van Halen, and you're just about there. The keyboard player was actually using a DX-7 (no, I don't expect you to get that, but I need to say it).
I feel like I threw away ten bucks, and now I need to listen to stuff like XTC, Devo, Scritti Politti, The Damned, hell even Roxy Music again. Don't make me go back to the hair metal bar circa 1993 (although I did have hair at that point, truth be told)!
I scarpered sharpish after the gig - now I'm gonna have to contact him and tell him how great it was.