as i'm sure anyone reading this is well aware, in the music industry the artist gets fucked about 98% of the time. a big reason for that is because of a history of artists so desperate to "make it" that they sell themselves insanely short just to undercut the competition.... all the way to the ludicrous concept of "pay to play".
THIS is how you handle a bad situation in this industry. he kept his dignity while still pleasing his fans. i can't think of any better course of action. i'm sure with many other artist, it would have been a disaster of epic proportions.
So, what happens in a situation like this? Do you tell the guests to "call the promoter to get your money back", do you give them their money back and send the bill to the promoter? (if so, sorry about your financial loss there).
Best solution would be to get the promoter's home address beforehand, and have pitchforks, torches and directions to hand out...
Generally, the promoter pays us rent, we keep the bar income, and they keep the door income. (For pre-sales, they get the ticket price and we get the service charge, to cover operating costs of the store and credit card processing.) So a situation like this is financially pretty much the same as if the promoter just sucked at promoting and nobody showed up in the first place. Generally we try to avoid that, but shit happens. That's why promoters we haven't worked with before pay a higher rent than promoters we know and trust.
That's some pretty great news about Bertrand and Ott, though the media still seems incapable of distinguishing "War on Fun/Not Enough Mexican Food" from "People Getting Shot."
I saw Bertrand name-checked by the Juggalo Science Fair people as being particularly helpful when the ICP security got stroppy with them, and was scratching my head, wondering why he wasn't hassling the Warfield for changing their operating hours.
I was wondering why on the archives I couldn't find any Busta.. anywhere during quick scans of the night.
I was starting to wonder if he was pulling a Q-Bert thing.
as i'm sure anyone reading this is well aware, in the music industry the artist gets fucked about 98% of the time. a big reason for that is because of a history of artists so desperate to "make it" that they sell themselves insanely short just to undercut the competition.... all the way to the ludicrous concept of "pay to play".
THIS is how you handle a bad situation in this industry. he kept his dignity while still pleasing his fans. i can't think of any better course of action. i'm sure with many other artist, it would have been a disaster of epic proportions.
props to him.
had you ever worked with this promoter before?
No, we hadn't.
That Mr. Rhymes reacted to the circumstance as he did suggests that, not only he, but also some of the club management showed some class.
(Mostly I just wanted a cheap excuse to say "Mr. Rhymes".)
So, what happens in a situation like this? Do you tell the guests to "call the promoter to get your money back", do you give them their money back and send the bill to the promoter? (if so, sorry about your financial loss there).
Best solution would be to get the promoter's home address beforehand, and have pitchforks, torches and directions to hand out...
Generally, the promoter pays us rent, we keep the bar income, and they keep the door income. (For pre-sales, they get the ticket price and we get the service charge, to cover operating costs of the store and credit card processing.) So a situation like this is financially pretty much the same as if the promoter just sucked at promoting and nobody showed up in the first place. Generally we try to avoid that, but shit happens. That's why promoters we haven't worked with before pay a higher rent than promoters we know and trust.
That's some pretty great news about Bertrand and Ott, though the media still seems incapable of distinguishing "War on Fun/Not Enough Mexican Food" from "People Getting Shot."
I saw Bertrand name-checked by the Juggalo Science Fair people as being particularly helpful when the ICP security got stroppy with them, and was scratching my head, wondering why he wasn't hassling the Warfield for changing their operating hours.
As an aside, your favorite officer gets a shout-out in this video.
Stuck doing crowd control of retards.