In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the pop duo, RAGS AND RICHES, shares one of their stories from being on the road. You can check out the story, after the break.
We were chosen to perform at a Battle of the Bands in Lancaster, Kentucky. We were excited to compete for $10,000 because we had just won $10,000 at the Cincinnati, Ohio’s Battle of the Bands 2 years prior. We arrived at the fairgrounds, where we were chosen to perform third out of eight bands. We performed our set and felt extremely confident about winning the prize money. Two bands later, we were watching from the grandstands when tragedy struck out of nowhere. The band on stage is performing and giving it their all. I noticed their guitar player went back and sat on the drum riser and the frontman kept looking at him like something was wrong… In the very next song he goes to stand up to continue shredding and collapses on his guitar. The band stops and nurses and bystanders rush the stage to help him. After 45 minutes the ambulance arrived and we later found out that he was dead long before they arrived. It was a horrible memory, but the band decided to give the grand prize money to his family. It was a crazy turn of events but turned out to be an amazing story of love.
Another story on a more positive side, we were performing on our 68-day tour in San Diego, CA, and had just walked off stage. That’s when we were approached by a guy in a nicer outfit and he said, “are you guys finished? I came all this way to hear you.” We told him we had just finished our show and he came to the merch table to purchase a CD. We talked for a super long time and then it came time for us to load the van. We said our goodbyes and thanked him. Outside, we were loading the van when we saw him come down the alley and say “I bet you never would have guessed this…”. I said, “What” and he proceeded to tell me he was a homeless man and walked out of the alley. I(Tanner) leaned over on top of our merch and began to cry. I couldn’t believe that he was homeless and gave us his little money to support us. I hopped out of the van and ran down to the corner, where this man was crossing the road with his cart full of cans. I said, “Sir, we can’t take your money”. He looked back at me and said, “No, you don’t realize, I’m blessed. When I gave you that money, the bartender gave me enough cans to double the money I gave you.” I gave the man a hug and thanked him and started walking away and felt the need to turn and look at him one last time… when I turned he was nowhere to be found. We have told this story hundreds of times and always refer to him as the ‘Angel at the bar in San Diego’.