Hey, hey, Gideon here. I'm too busy to talk to you right now, so wait until the beep and spill to your heart's content. Or rather, don't. Keep it to the point.

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Finding bands to sign wasn't a completely easy process. Gideon had had luck so far, snapping up a handful of bands that were doing fairly well on the market, but he had yet to be patron to any real meteoric rise to fame. He was fortunate, he supposed, that he had enough money from his other investments to keep looking for other groups to add to his ( Read more... )

The Chaos Theatre was (well-deservedly) one of the things that ranked highest on Gideon's list of accomplishments through his now fairly illustrious career. It was, to say the least, a beautiful structure, almost a mini-gallery more than a club. By the time he arrived, the night was already in full swing; Clash at the Demonhead was playing on the ( Read more... )