The Powerglove Debacle - written by Me.
So, I meet up with some friends at my house in the Boston suburbs around 6:30 or so. We have a few beers, play some killer7 and relax before getting our faces melted by the sheer awesomeness of Powerglove. We all pile into my car, rock Dracula Battle II, and get moving. It took about a half hour to get into Cambridge, we find ourselves a parking spot, and get ready to enjoy the night.
We walk into the Middle East and sit at the bar for a beer; by this point it's 7:30 and the show doesn't "start" until 8:00. Hops are enjoyed, tips are left for the bartender, and we mosey on back to the "upstairs" part of the venue for the show. I walk in first and notice that Powerglove is setting up on an empty stage and that there is nobody in the room. Weird. I walk up to the dude that was running the front, and he had a sign that had all of the bands and their set times.
Now, keep in mind that Powerglove posted two MySpace bulletins yesterday - one to say they were going on at 9, and another that was an edit saying that the venue confirmed that they were actually going on at 8. So, imagine my chagrin when I saw that whoever was running the show decided to shuffle the times around, unannounced, saying that Powerglove wasn't going on until eleven f---ing thirty. That left four hours of waiting to see something that was supposed to happen within mere minutes. I was fueled.
So, me and my buddies hang at the Middle East for a while to see if anyone was going to pop in, we walk around Cambridge, eat at Wendy's, etc. After an hour and a half of being really bored and nowhere near as intoxicated as we should have been, I dropped my sober ass behind the wheel and carried the crew back home.
As I was getting ready to go to bed I looked at the clock and realized that after that long night of being bored and waiting around, it was still going to be at least another hour before Powerglove took the stage. If the show was even running on time, that is, which local shows usually do not.
Total disappointment. The Middle East upstairs = the suck.