Sacrilege Bullshit
Sacrilege Saturdays did not end, as my friend Johnny De Cocksucker had informed me.
Apparently, this sack of shit did Not Have the balls (not to mention professionalism) to tell me he didn’t want me involved. He had told me he also wanted this other dj there along with me, because “he knows sooo many people”, “he’ll bring sooo many people”. That’s fine, as a promoter you do what you think is best for your night. But HAVE THE FUCK’EN BALLS TO TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT ME INVOLVED. That’s all I ask, my due respect.
Shit, I carried my weight and did what I could to make the night a success. When he didn’t promote online after I told him numerous times that he needed to, I picked up the slack and did it myself for those first two weeks. On that first night, I was the only person there on time, and I had things set up and the music going before anyone else involved with Sacrilege showed up. Most of the people that came out and spent their night downstairs were friends of mine. Where were theirs?
Apparently actions like these don’t warrant professional courtesy. Fuck that. I should have Known he had his head up his ass when his first partner backed out a week before the first night. Or, when he was too busy trying to get patrons from an industrial club in Jersey, instead of promoting a NYC club in “by golly” NYC! Or when he was more focused on getting some radio producers from an FM rock station to come out, instead of promoting to the people that would enjoy having this kind of night. Or I guess a good hint could have been that he wanted me to play marilyn manson, misfits, nirvana, type-o-negative, etc. because that’s goth/industrial you know.
Whatever. I’m better off not working with that idiot.
Apparently, this sack of shit did Not Have the balls (not to mention professionalism) to tell me he didn’t want me involved. He had told me he also wanted this other dj there along with me, because “he knows sooo many people”, “he’ll bring sooo many people”. That’s fine, as a promoter you do what you think is best for your night. But HAVE THE FUCK’EN BALLS TO TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT ME INVOLVED. That’s all I ask, my due respect.
Shit, I carried my weight and did what I could to make the night a success. When he didn’t promote online after I told him numerous times that he needed to, I picked up the slack and did it myself for those first two weeks. On that first night, I was the only person there on time, and I had things set up and the music going before anyone else involved with Sacrilege showed up. Most of the people that came out and spent their night downstairs were friends of mine. Where were theirs?
Apparently actions like these don’t warrant professional courtesy. Fuck that. I should have Known he had his head up his ass when his first partner backed out a week before the first night. Or, when he was too busy trying to get patrons from an industrial club in Jersey, instead of promoting a NYC club in “by golly” NYC! Or when he was more focused on getting some radio producers from an FM rock station to come out, instead of promoting to the people that would enjoy having this kind of night. Or I guess a good hint could have been that he wanted me to play marilyn manson, misfits, nirvana, type-o-negative, etc. because that’s goth/industrial you know.
Whatever. I’m better off not working with that idiot.