If one can't vent on one's blog, where can one? I have been sitting at the door at Alex's for over 3 hours now... and...

Band Beef #1: Ok. So. I just got called a fucker by a bass player, of a band that I have championed to Alex, because I was typing an email while the band was on stage. So. The bass player knows he would normally not get booked, I work at Alex for over 9 months to get the band back in, and then the touchy bass player calls me a fucker. Nice. Sigh. Someone needs to attend an Ego Adjustment Seminar for musicians...

Band Beef #2: River City Rebels. Wimps. Cancelled their 12/4/04 show with us on a very short notice for a very spurious reason. They only want to play all ages. Sponge Jen Cranky pants says that the River City Rebels are a third rate Motley Crue knock off and only want to play under 21, because that crowd didn't see Warrant or Motley back in the 80s like many over 21s or their parents weren't old enough to see Mot the Hoople or the NY Dolls the first time around. Wimps.

Band Beef #3: Thinking Aloud. A local Long Beach band. Just tried to bum rush the door and not pay. I stopped them and they demanded to see Alex. I told them I needed IDs and $5. One of them stormed through to the back of the bar without paying to see his friends. Alex comes around and it is a no go, they need to pay. I explain to the 3 band members still at the door that if they were playing wouldn't they want people to play at the door so they could get paid? They look slightly embarrassed. The nice one goes to fetch the bum rusher. The other two, embarrassed, leave. Bum rusher comes back and shoots me dirty looks. Nice. Next time Thinking Aloud plays, I will remember to let every Long Beach band in for free, of course they are all broke, and then tell TA at the end of the night to go to their fellow musicians for payment.

Cranky. I told you.