Drove into Jacksonville late last night, just in time to set up and be told that we had 20 min to do a set, and should get that going in 20 min. Lots of people lazily propped in cavernous bar, capacity 5 million. As I am settling in to wait until we begin, I see Darren moving quickly toward the back of the bar, his pace indicating a rush, which meant "TROUBLE". I zone in on the situation, action marked by flashlights spinning near the non-entrance where we loaded in.
Darren overtakes me, with the sound/promoter/mastermind guy in tow, who extends a key to the door and lets in the first of about 20 D.A.R.T. S.W.A.T. F.B.I. COPS, who proceeded to Raid The Club, evacuating all show-hopefuls to the street, where we all stood huddled, sifting through the clutter of conversation for some answers. More battle-attired officials (now a few with anonymity masks) swarm inside, all visible windows lit wildly with flashlight beams lasering each surface, sweeping up walls and into corners. Bar staff can be seen unscrewing light fixtures and opening fuse boxes, WHERE ARE THE DRUGS MOTHERFUCKER.
We were told to remove our gear, we loaded out into the van while people still loitered for information, got given 1/3 of our promised money and got the fuck to Orlando. When we left the club, a notice had been posted on the window that it was slated to be DEMOLISHED.
WANNA GO TO DIZZZZNY WORLD?