There is an emergency at the merch table!
Some people felt tonight's Budget Rock show did not deserve any mention in live journal. Well, that's because those people left too soon. As carlos and i were manning the merch table, the next band, The Emergency, set up shop across from us. But their merch setup was the real deal - color coordinated signage, perfectly laid out shirts and CDs, and this amazing black canopy underneath all the goodies. With attention to detail like this, the band must truly suck!
So when the band started to play, carlos and i switched their stuff to our table and our stuff to theirs. But - here's the kicker - that beautiful black cloth was now being used to help display Mothballs and Fe Fi Fo Fums gear. We copied their presentation to a tee - shirts were folded like they were in the front window of the Gap and the 7" records were aligned with a ruler. Now, we just needed to wait for the band to finish playing and see their reaction.
And wait we did. They kept playing shitty song after shitty song. It was definitely the longest set of the night. Even our minds racing with thoughts of what would happen when they see we stole their merch cloth could not keep away the boredom of those songs.
So finally they finished. Carlos and i just watched as the band members returned to their merch table only to find our stuff now setup in its place. A couple of puzzled looks. This was kinda fun. Then, their merch guy came over to our table, and he was not happy. With my straightest face, the conversation began...
Angry Merch Guy: Hey, that's my cloth.
Me: Oh, are you sure? I'm pretty sure this is ours.
Angry Merch Guy: Yeah, its mine. It belongs with our stuff.
Me: Well, this isn't my band's stuff. I'm just watching it for the Fe Fi Fo Fums. You'll need to talk to Jesse.
Angry Merch Guy: No, its mine.
He then begins to carefully remove Mothballs and FFFF merch into a neat stack off of the cloth, takes the cloth off the table, then carefully places the merch back onto our table in the exact same position it was in before. Carlos and I were trying our darnedest not to laugh while he is doing this. It was great fun.
So the merch guy left, and our items for sale now looked completely naked without their black drapery below. There was no way our stuff would sell now! So, Carlos and I put a couple of black t-shirts and Carlos's black hoodie underneath our goods. This looked much better. I then called over the Emergency merch guy again, and with the straightest face i could muster:
Me: Hey, you were right. That was your black cloth.
Angry Merch Guy: ????
Me: Yeah, ours actually wasn't a black cloth at all. It was really just a bunch of black t-shirts.
Angry Merch Guy: Oh, cool.
So when the band started to play, carlos and i switched their stuff to our table and our stuff to theirs. But - here's the kicker - that beautiful black cloth was now being used to help display Mothballs and Fe Fi Fo Fums gear. We copied their presentation to a tee - shirts were folded like they were in the front window of the Gap and the 7" records were aligned with a ruler. Now, we just needed to wait for the band to finish playing and see their reaction.
And wait we did. They kept playing shitty song after shitty song. It was definitely the longest set of the night. Even our minds racing with thoughts of what would happen when they see we stole their merch cloth could not keep away the boredom of those songs.
So finally they finished. Carlos and i just watched as the band members returned to their merch table only to find our stuff now setup in its place. A couple of puzzled looks. This was kinda fun. Then, their merch guy came over to our table, and he was not happy. With my straightest face, the conversation began...
Angry Merch Guy: Hey, that's my cloth.
Me: Oh, are you sure? I'm pretty sure this is ours.
Angry Merch Guy: Yeah, its mine. It belongs with our stuff.
Me: Well, this isn't my band's stuff. I'm just watching it for the Fe Fi Fo Fums. You'll need to talk to Jesse.
Angry Merch Guy: No, its mine.
He then begins to carefully remove Mothballs and FFFF merch into a neat stack off of the cloth, takes the cloth off the table, then carefully places the merch back onto our table in the exact same position it was in before. Carlos and I were trying our darnedest not to laugh while he is doing this. It was great fun.
So the merch guy left, and our items for sale now looked completely naked without their black drapery below. There was no way our stuff would sell now! So, Carlos and I put a couple of black t-shirts and Carlos's black hoodie underneath our goods. This looked much better. I then called over the Emergency merch guy again, and with the straightest face i could muster:
Me: Hey, you were right. That was your black cloth.
Angry Merch Guy: ????
Me: Yeah, ours actually wasn't a black cloth at all. It was really just a bunch of black t-shirts.
Angry Merch Guy: Oh, cool.