The first gig my high school band played was a teen band showcase at a Cedar Rapids venue called Third Street Live. We were 15 and 16 years old. The guy running the event gave us two pieces of advice as we brought in our gear. The first was "no smoking dope in the band room," which is fairly straightforward. The second was a more complex lesson and one that in our adolescent hubris we were much likelier to violate: "don't be an asshole to the other bands," he told us. "Ten years from now you might still be playing, and suddenly you need a drummer..."
10 Best of 2014
January: Wyoming and the Open
February: New Mexico and the Holes
Notes on The Accounts