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Another in the land of hypotheticals
Aug. 22nd, 2019 03:29 amHave you ever met anyone you've respected/admired/enjoyed professionally and have been completely let down by the person IRL? I have. I'll spare the identifying details, but what a mess. All of them, really. I do keep in touch with my previous life, but was completely unprepared for being a mother hen tonight. The guys left two hours before stage call in the rental van. In a foreign city. And just disappeared. With mobile phones and GPS it's not such an issue anymore, but this wasn't an urban venue, it's out in the middle of the suburbs. There's nothing to walk to and nothing of any historic/artistic merit to check off a travel list.
Opening band gets done and the guys still aren't back. Van is still gone. Queue the house music and a 'short break to visit the merch table'. God bless the openers, they tried to talk to the ticketholders and mingle, make it look like the set break was planned. But other than me, who wants to talk to the opening band? One other dude that has been to all of their same shows with me. There's only so much you can do when the main act has disappeared.
Out comes the cell phones when the standard issue grey rental van finally shows up and the tres amigos can't figure out how to get into the club. Like, fucking door, asshole. So they park at the back illegally and stumble in, pretty much walking straight on stage. Seriously? I swear one of them is bipolar or whatever the correct word is these days. Just uugh, get your shit together. Order in a pizza or send a runner out. Whatever they went and did could have come to them just as easily. Even hookers and blow, whatever. No one cares.
At the same time, there's nothing better than standing at the rail and as soon as the set's over having the drummer saying he thought he saw me when the lights panned over us and scooping me up in a big, sweaty hug. Love him.
Supposed to donate blood in a few hours. Meh. They need O blood, not mine, no more than usual anyhow. Might skip it.
Opening band gets done and the guys still aren't back. Van is still gone. Queue the house music and a 'short break to visit the merch table'. God bless the openers, they tried to talk to the ticketholders and mingle, make it look like the set break was planned. But other than me, who wants to talk to the opening band? One other dude that has been to all of their same shows with me. There's only so much you can do when the main act has disappeared.
Out comes the cell phones when the standard issue grey rental van finally shows up and the tres amigos can't figure out how to get into the club. Like, fucking door, asshole. So they park at the back illegally and stumble in, pretty much walking straight on stage. Seriously? I swear one of them is bipolar or whatever the correct word is these days. Just uugh, get your shit together. Order in a pizza or send a runner out. Whatever they went and did could have come to them just as easily. Even hookers and blow, whatever. No one cares.
At the same time, there's nothing better than standing at the rail and as soon as the set's over having the drummer saying he thought he saw me when the lights panned over us and scooping me up in a big, sweaty hug. Love him.
Supposed to donate blood in a few hours. Meh. They need O blood, not mine, no more than usual anyhow. Might skip it.
