It’s the height of irony that the worst NYC clubs for live music tend to be the ones owned by musicians. Snitch (which was owned by Scott Wieland until it mercifully closed down) was the worst–the gear never worked, the sound guys were punks, the drinks were expensive and served in plastic cups, our guitar player almost got in a fight with the booking manager–it was a crap shoot at the end of the night to see who would hate the venue more, the band or the fans.
We played at The National Underground last night, owned by Gavin DeGraw, and it was another dud venue. Tiny little cave at the bottom of a flight of stairs–if there had been a musty couch, an Xbox, and a washing machine it could be your friend’s creepy basement.
