It Just Keeps Gettin’ Better..
Man, I love club owners! They are a breed unto themselves. Their bottom line doesn’t match anyone else’s bottom line. I would love to have discussed club owners with Hunter S. Thompson. Oh well,….
I just had an experience with one of my beloved club owners, which reminded me how much I hate the business side of entertaining. I stopped by the venue to drop off posters for an upcoming date, and as I approached the entrance to the club, there on the door was another poster naming some dude as performing the same night I was supposed to bring the MOB in. I went inside and asked the bar-staff about it, and they were clueless. I left the posters, and asked that they not be thrown away, until I had a chance to clear this mess up.
I called the owner, thinking that it would be easier to move one guy, as opposed to me cancelling the whole band. Silly me. His bottom line, doesn’t match my bottom line. He stated the gig with the solo guy had been booked for a month. I reminded him, our date had been booked since just before Christmas 2007!!! He said give him a few minutes and he would see what he could do. To my way of thinking, the solution is simple: Tell Mr. Solo, you double booked the room and offer him another date! But, his bottom line, doesn’t match my bottom line.
But, all in all, he did work out a reasonable solution, except that I had to notify about 40 people that we were not going to be at the venue. Instead, we were fortunate enough to have him squeeze us into another of his clubs, but on the Friday, instead of the Saturday. Oh well, at least we didn’t lose a whole lot of money. It sort of worked out. Later, I heard the solo guy sucked lemons. Goody!
bigdogmurphy said:
Well, It all worked out. Sort of. Lost some folks i the shuffle, but found a few more. At least we got to play somewhere. Which brings me to the next point. WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING TO ALL THE BLUES CLUBS?
You know, if it weren’t for blues, there would be no rock and roll, not that there is anyway. At least not the kind I grew up with. Everywhere I go, on those rare occasions I ahve a weekend night off, I hear “mindless, THUMP, THUMPY-THUMP” music. It’s weird. I don’t understand the attraction. Some guy with a 10K sound system, sub-woofers larger than a minivan, and the damn floor just bouncing up and down, and young people getting stupid (alky-hall!), listening to this stuff. I just don’t get it, and I bet I just made a whole lot of “friends”, but, forgive me, DJ’s take money away from working musicians, although I’m sure 3/4’s of what they play, is digitally created anyhow.
The worst non-union, garage band, is still better than the best DJ (or karaoke!)
dog
April 3rd, 2008 at 9:36 am #