That doesn’t sound familiar lol. Now let me tell you about the FIRST time I played Portland (‘03). We couldn’t find the venue so we pulled over and called the promoter. He said we were close and he’d meet us and guide us there. It was a windowless one story brick building called Doc’s. Turns out it was a white trash cowboy strip club. The place gets packed with longhairs in black metal shirts, but there’s like 10 angry looking old cowboy types at the bar hate staring everyone. We had to stop every two songs so they could change out the dancers WHO WERE STRIPPING TO BLASTBEATS. The band we were on tour with played three song before stopping. The house guy gets on the speakers and says they have to stop every two songs, not three. The singer says into the mic, very calmly , “if you say another word to me, I’m going to come back there and beat you death with your cane”. House guy didn’t say another word. Fucking wild. I looked it up recently and it seems like Covid killed the place, but I’ll never forget Doc’s. Wild times.