Unless you actually get around to doing it yourself, you will never believe the stories told to you about life on the road. Like the one about the three female fans found by a roadie in the back of the equipment truck with the bullwhip-wielding (male) manager of the club; or the one about the band jumping into a moving car in order to escape the club manager who wanted the band’s blood after they justifiably criticized his venue while on stage; or the one about the club manager who when asked by the band, which had just played a trouble-free well-received two-hour set, for its meagre £25 payment told them to get out now (without it) if they wanted to get out alive; or the one about the band which was given a dressing room flooded by water from the neighbouring toilet and who therefore had to balance on the skirting boards of the room to stay dry while changing
The above represent a small proportion of true stories told by one young UK pop band trying to play to its reasonable-sized following when and wherever possible. This band almost always filled places wherever it played (thus earning valuable door money and bar takings for the venue), and neither its members nor fans ever caused any trouble.
This is not a sob story on behalf of the band, however, rather it is a sob story on behalf of the whole rock and pop music business. With the risk of tarring all venues with the same brush (and the authors apologize to those rare exceptions where young and upcoming bands are treated with respect), it is true to say that certainly in London and in most cities around the UK