I figured out today that a good way to get the ahole booking agents at my office to shut their faces is to play gangster rap at a volume loud enough to drown out their misogynist snarlings.

Seriously, they are so loud. You can hear them two offices over with the door shut as well as you would hear a regular person speaking if you were in the same room. It's a power thing. That's the way they get people to let our horrid bands play at their strip clubs. They need to sound loud and authoritative as they argue back and forth about whether or not Spaceland is free on Mondays. EVERYONE IN THIS EFFING CITY KNOWS THAT SPACELAND IS FREE ON MONDAY NIGHTS. WANT TO KNOW HOW? BECAUSE THEY PICK UP THE EFFING LA WEEKLY EVERY NOW AND THEN! Public information, readily available. Plus, if you're so informed and in "the biz" you'd know that.

The worst one thinks they let him in free the other night because he is the booking agent for the Marshall Tucker Band.

The song I'm listening to right now says that Ahnold is a Nazi. They're so pissed. I love it.

I'm gonna go make some calls now.

03 August 2005 - 11:59 AM

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