I'm not entirely sure where Shades of Green (453 Simcoe Street, Woodstock, On.) got their name from, but I'm almost positive that it either comes from an old Irish expression or it has something to do with the flesh tone on the faces of the, 4 or so, bar flies pounding back the suds, staring off into space and looking pathetically lonely all night long. The event that the venue was hosting was certainly a worthy cause and for this reason alone, I will try to describe this venue to you in the most diplomatic and flattering manner possible.
Most live music venues tend to dim their lights when it's time to listen to the music, not Shades of Green. Dimmers are expensive and besides, counting and comparing lip stains on your pint glass can provide patrons with endless fun while waiting between bands and shouts of random lunacy from the regulars. The staff was singular but friendly, the washrooms were oderous but well labeled and the pool tables were adequately level. The stage was neatly tucked away in the corner of the bar behind a necessary structural pillar and a dip in the ceiling. The sound booth, conveniently located on the stage at arms length distance, consisted of 4 imaginary walls that took up almost no space. This was a blessing since Easy Way Out barely fit on the stage what with the Neil Peart size drum kit that monopolized the majority of the real estate the carpeted riser had to offer. The sound mix was alright and provided Mark, our drummer, with the opportunity to attempt our set by memory since he couldn't hear anyone but himself. Needless to say, Mark shined the entire time. (For the record, Mark did love playing that gargantuan kit.) The vocals were at a decent volume and the generous echo allowed me to imagine what it might be like to perform our set from the other side of a giant electric fan.
All and all, if your goal is either to simply get loaded and the location is irrelevant... or you can't get served anywhere else because you're under age and your fake ID blows dogs for quarters, then Shades of Green is probably just perfect for you... so enjoy.
(NOTE: this post is meant as a humour driven satirical comentary on many pubs/taverns in small rural communities . It is clearly tongue in cheek and Easy Way Out thanks Shades of Green for the opportunity to play for their patrons. If this post upsets you in any manner, you seriously need to take a deep breath, put down the Labatt 50, readjust your tight jeans, straighten your mullet and calm the f' down..... I just described my uncles...)
Most live music venues tend to dim their lights when it's time to listen to the music, not Shades of Green. Dimmers are expensive and besides, counting and comparing lip stains on your pint glass can provide patrons with endless fun while waiting between bands and shouts of random lunacy from the regulars. The staff was singular but friendly, the washrooms were oderous but well labeled and the pool tables were adequately level. The stage was neatly tucked away in the corner of the bar behind a necessary structural pillar and a dip in the ceiling. The sound booth, conveniently located on the stage at arms length distance, consisted of 4 imaginary walls that took up almost no space. This was a blessing since Easy Way Out barely fit on the stage what with the Neil Peart size drum kit that monopolized the majority of the real estate the carpeted riser had to offer. The sound mix was alright and provided Mark, our drummer, with the opportunity to attempt our set by memory since he couldn't hear anyone but himself. Needless to say, Mark shined the entire time. (For the record, Mark did love playing that gargantuan kit.) The vocals were at a decent volume and the generous echo allowed me to imagine what it might be like to perform our set from the other side of a giant electric fan.
All and all, if your goal is either to simply get loaded and the location is irrelevant... or you can't get served anywhere else because you're under age and your fake ID blows dogs for quarters, then Shades of Green is probably just perfect for you... so enjoy.
(NOTE: this post is meant as a humour driven satirical comentary on many pubs/taverns in small rural communities . It is clearly tongue in cheek and Easy Way Out thanks Shades of Green for the opportunity to play for their patrons. If this post upsets you in any manner, you seriously need to take a deep breath, put down the Labatt 50, readjust your tight jeans, straighten your mullet and calm the f' down..... I just described my uncles...)
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