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I sang for a goth band in South Fla 15 years ago and had a pretty bad situation arise. We were new and looking for places to play and the fellow who was booking our gigs did not have a clue on what he was doing and booked us into a bar that catered to and played southern fried rock! you know what I mean real Hillbilly deliverance shit . The 25 or so people in the audience that could still stand on their own would not stop yelling at us to play Freebird. In beetween every song we played All I could hear were people yelling Get off Faggots! we only did 5 songs ending with a Doors cover of Strange Days to see if the crowd would become less hostile. It did not help. We had to run off stage when the first bottle made its way up there. And did not get paid to boot. I think the leather harness and collar look was not appealing to that crowd.
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