Aside from forming bands, I have spent some time filling in for bands who needed a drummer in a pinch. One band happened to be some of my favorite dudes, Morning for the Masses. It was a fairly last minute gig, and we had probably 4 full practices before the tour kicked off. Since it was so last minute, I couldn’t get off of work for the entire tour, so I had to meet them about a week into the tour by flying in to Las Vegas. They did the first week as a part acoustic, part synth band until I met with them.
The day I landed we had a show at some bar off the strip. The strip is where all the lights and activity are. Basically, we were on the border of the desert. No one was trying to sleep in the van, but we were all broke, so we pooled our resources for an extremely cheap hotel. This place smelled, and was visibly dirty on almost every surface. But hey, tour life. I passed out first, and as a result I was first up in the morning. The first thing I need to do in the morning is shower, no questions asked. I don’t function unless I wash myself. (I could write separate stories just about the lengths I would go through to wash myself…)
I stumble, eyes half open, into the bathroom. I’m trying my hardest to not touch stuff with more than 1 or 2 fingers. I nudge the faucet knobs into a middle position, one that I think would a yield a decent temperature to shower in. I stand there like a zombie for about 60 seconds and test the water with my hand… seems good. I get in the shower, eyes still mostly closed, and let the water run down my body for a minute or two. I decide I’d like the water to be a bit warmer, so I lean forward to turn the knobs. I have to open my eyes to do this, and when I do I notice something on the translucent shower curtain. It was a large red stain. Just about the size of my palm, but not the same shape. Looked like paint to me, but I looked around and saw no red walls. In fact, I saw no red anything that would’ve been painted. My stomach gets a little queasy, and I realize that it’s blood. After about 30 seconds of me staring hard at the red splotch, I say very sternly and from the gut: ”HOLE-EE SHIT”
I scrub myself down quickly, and hop out of the shower. Roo (the guitar player) is the only one awake at this point.
Me: Dude, you need to see this
Roo: What, did you take a big shit or something?
Me: No, worse.
Roo: Dude, is that… blood?
Me: I think so
Roo: …We gotta get the fuck outta here!
We woke everyone up and had them look at the stain. We left within 5 minutes.
The entire ride to the next show, the only thing we could talk about was how the blood got there. We all agreed that a hooker died at that room the night before we stayed there.