Archive for November, 2008

Two Weeks

Friday, November 28th, 2008

or, “In Which Nico Spills The Beans”.

Before the end of the day today, I must remember to cash in my vacation days.  The check is pretty hefty, and that’s one thing I didn’t know about leaving a job.

That’s right.  I’ve changed jobs.  It’s finally happened.

Granted, I’ll still be working in the same industry, just for another company and doing slightly different things for different clients — things I can probably do better than doing on-the-frontlines marketing I have been doing for my last employer.  The reason I kept this on the down low was out of respect to the company I’m leaving; I felt that couldn’t say anything until I had actually left, and I most definitely couldn’t say anything while I was trying to make the decision.

The scenario was this:

1. stay at the company I was working for to be sent to Seattle for a campaign, and then soon afterwards, move to NYC.

-or-

2. Start work for a new company, for more money, stay in LA a little while longer, and then move to NYC with a better salary.

I’ve chosen the latter.  However, because I loved working with each and every last person at the old company, it wasn’t an easy decision to make.  But now I’m as good as gone, because I put in my two weeks notice two weeks ago.  I start my new job the second week of December.

And moreover, I’m moving to another part of town.  Closer to the heart of LA.  Closer to this new job.  Into a house, with a woman I like and with whom I can see myself getting along, but know very little about.

And it seems I’m finally in a place to finally leave work at the bar.  I’ve lined up some of the best candidates I’ve seen and may have a legitimate booking company on my hands.

So, in short:

  • New day job
  • New place to live
  • New booking company

Holy crap.  Who knew that all of these life changes could be accomplished in less than two weeks?

Here’s to productivity.

Re-Introducing: Shadow Nico and The Muse

Tuesday, November 25th, 2008

Muse: Hey, have you seen Nico lately?

Shadow: Nah, not really.  (drags on cigarette)  Why?

Muse: Just curious.  He hasn’t written any music lately, nor has he written very much in terms of creative writing or using his sketchbook.  Or even poking around in web development experiments, for that matter.

Shadow: I’m sorry… do I know you?

Muse: Oh, sorry! I’m his muse.  I help him control his creative side, you know, give it direction.  Ideas for songs, lyrics, drawings, etc.  You’re the oft alluded Shadow Nico?

Shadow: Yeah.

Muse: You know, I hear he thinks you’re kind of a jerk.

Shadow: Whatever.  He needs me.  Aside from being the side of him that comes out on stage or when he’s drunk, I’m the one that keeps him alive; I’m the one that fights back when he’s being stepped on.  And quite frankly that happens a lot.

Muse: I can see that.  He is kind of a wuss.  So, done anything good lately?

Shadow: Yeah, actually.  I had to pull him through an interesting little situation for these past two weeks.

Muse: Oh, is that regarding those beans he was talking about?

Shadow: Yeah.  We can’t say anything just yet, either.  We will soon, though.  Around Thanksgiving.

Muse: American Thanksgiving.

Shadow: What?

Muse: I said, “American Thanksgiving.”  There’s Thanksgiving in other countries, you know.

Shadow: Oh?  Like where?

Muse: Like Canada.

Shadow: Huh. Where else?

Muse: I think that’s it, actually.

Shadow: Funny that.

Muse: Wait, you said you haven’t seen Nico at the beginning of this conversation and now you’re telling me you were working with him on some of his other life projects.

Shadow: So?

Muse: So, that’s contradictory.

Shadow: You’re a contradiction.

Muse: You’re immature.

Shadow: You’re not the boss of me.

Muse: And what if I were?

Shadow:

Muse: You’re not Nico’s clever side, are you?

Shadow: I thought that was your job.

Muse: I guess it is.

Shadow: Ok, well that settles that.

Muse: Why would you say something that’s completely untrue, though?

Shadow: It’s a F&%$’n white lie, what are you the Spanish Inquisition?  I said it to protect Nico.  He’s got some things going on in his head–rather, his life–that contain sensitive information, so letting it flow freely will let it get out of control and that would probably cause some problems.  We can’t go public until we get a greenlight from everyone involved.  I mean, I’m sure this blog is fair game for anything he’s thinking, but we’re talking about letting loose thoughts that could involve the parts of his life that are outside of the control of just his thoughts.  Things that could be affected by blogging in full transparency.  Professional relationships, people relationships, lots of relationships.  Lots of ships.  Ships of relations.  The shun ship of relay.

Muse: Are you waiting for me to say something so you can stop sounding like an idiot?

Shadow: It worked, didn’t it?

Muse: Maybe you’re more clever than I give you credit.

Shadow: Maybe you shouldn’t forget that some words and actions aren’t always completely sincere.

Muse: That’s profound.

Shadow: Eh, that’s life.

Muse: That doesn’t have anything to do with the situation in which he’s embroiled, does it?

Shadow: Unfortunately, no.  It’s more like, general life story kinda things.  Life direction stuff.  Not necessarily introspective stuff.

Muse: …So, we’ll know what this is all about by the end of the week?

Shadow: If all goes according to plan.

Muse: …You’re cryptic.

Shadow: And you’re very inquisitive.

Bike Hero

Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

I’ve alluded to it before, but one of the perks of working in Social Media is you get to see the cool stuff your colleagues are doing.

This is one of those times.

I personally am pretty enamored with the Guitar Hero franchise, and contrary to popular belief, real musicianship will work against you when you try to learn Guitar Hero — it’s really a different way of perceiving sheet music principles (eg., rhythm) since not every single note is represented.

I can go on and on about that but the point is, the Guitar Hero culture is widespread and I love the inadvertent creativity that has been coming out of it.  I’m sure you’ve seen the college humor Rock Band freeway clip, but this one below is in a class all on its own.

Filled With Beans

Monday, November 17th, 2008

“If water were beans, our bodies would be 70% beans.”

-Al (a friend of mine)

I’m feeling like I am made up of beans lately because I would really like to spill them.  I need to spill the beans.  But I can’t.  Not just yet.  Because if I were to do that, it would require complete honesty, but in respect to the parties involved, I’d like it to boil over before the respective beans be spilled.

Keeping things under wraps is frustrating.  My mind is reeling from recent days.

And all I can offer publicly is cryptic messages.  And there’s only so many creative ways to parse the phrase, “spill the beans”.  Well, here’s some broken English in the erstwhile:

Beans must be a spilled way!  But cannot do let just yet!  Pain from beans fill!  Beans at critical!

Will Nico give secret to bean spill have to get blogged? Interweb, it is a damn for Nico.  Like, in pressure to get so beaned with having spill tends to create tension in one’s bean area.  Too much to bean with a spill.  Can’t do!  Not yet!

Let It Burst And Bloom

Friday, November 14th, 2008

I’ve a lot on my mind lately.

I’m just an airwave rolling around
I storm and crash without a sound
There’s all these islands out at sea
I can’t reach

I’m just an airplane diving down
I storm and crash without a sound
engines exploding silently out at sea
where waves caress unstable egos
where melody is completely swallowed
where songwriters chain their songs
to their ankles and
sink to the beat
’til it stops and
bursts under pressure
let it
burst and bloom
hit song
let it burst and bloom

-Cursive

No, Seriously.

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

Turns out, I forget about the sphere of the internet that takes blogging and its ideas seriously – the part that doesn’t shoot from the hip about what they’re saying.

In my last post, a sarcastic Anon pointed out that it looked like I discriminated against males in the hiring process.  Maybe I didn’t make it clear that the industry in which I participate at the bar is overrun by males, and if we had an HR, and I were to hire yet another guy as a booking agent at the bar, we’d probably have a lawsuit on our hands.

That is, if we were in any way professional. Truth is, it’s not like anybody at this bar has ever filled out a W2 to work there.  It’s a family run business.  You just kind of… end up there.  There’s no salary, benefits, contracts, or negotiations.  It’s miles away from professional.

As a disclaimer, we have interviewed and will continue to interview males; it wasn’t my intention to just interview females. The previous post was intended to elicit some chuckles as it was clear I wanted a female to take over my job because, for the record, my biases about their capabilities have been true so far.  But this isn’t to say males aren’t qualified.  I mean, I currently have the job, don’t I?

To the meat of the post: Out of curiosity about what kind of content in the blogosphere offends and in what environments they do that, I wanted to find out what percent of blogs out there are professional, corporate, diaries, spam, themed, or otherwise.  I found some pretty interesting things:

The Research

The Development

Aside from the idea that the Pew study makes me think of this lolcat, it seems the market for being “serious” instead of the folksy tone I’m so used to reading these days, is actually very limited.  If you do a little perusing, solemnity actually condemns most blogs to one of three situations: heated-to-the-point-of-overcooked political debate, records of studies and findings, or straight up obscurity.  In fact, most blogs that I find that tackle serious issues on a regular basis flare up in hyperbole at least as a metaphoric device.  Even blogs that are ostensibly about just “the facts” are peppered with personality.

This must mean that in the zeitgeist of blogging, to take yourself and others too seriously is simply to become offended or offensive.  Or as good as dead.

Well, duh, you say, you can’t be a good blogger if you take yourself too seriously.

Right, but that’s such a subjective line to cross and it moves back and forth depending on what angle you’re looking at it.  So who am I – or anyone for that matter – to say what is offensive or stupid, and what isn’t?

The Point

Caveat lector, as I sometimes say–or, “reader beware”, for those of you who don’t believe I might actually try to use Latin in conversation–might as well get upgraded these days to Caveat escritor: “writer beware”.

But if we’re writing just for the sake of writing, like so many of my favorite bloggers are, beware of what?

The Internet Is Not A Big Dump Truck

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

I wrote a whiny post about how I needed to leave my job working at the bar in order for me to get out of this rut I’ve been [verb]ing* in.  But why talk about it when I can do something about it?

Right!

In order to get the ball rolling, I posted an ad for my job on CraigsList.  Initially I rejected this idea simply because it cost money to post a job description.  But this is a necessary step in trying to loosen some of my ties to the music business thereby freeing me up to focus on the music part.

But wow, I had no idea how regularly people peruse that site.  Within the first 72 hours, my email has been straight up INUNDATED with a DELUGE of people who want my job.

And all these applications are the cholestrol clogging up my Series of Tubes!

For now, that’s a good thing!  Though I’ve often characterized the job as thankless and repetitive, going through the motions of working here has let me meet some great people with novel ideas.  It has given me the pride of putting on many a show that had the genuine intent of helping a band do what they love – to play.  That’s it.  The point of the venue is to play a show.  Profit? Pfft.  Create a scene? Yeah, right.  Explore the dark corners of sonic experimentation for the furthering of music theory? …who the eff do you think you are?

…to finally be the “cool” crowd? Let’s see how cool you are as soon as we get your ass stupidly drunk with our mighty tasty drink specials. Not so clever now, are you, hipster?

Nope.  Our veteran musicians know that when you play at our venue, you play because you want to play.  And how many venues in Los Angeles can honestly say that?

Ranting on the LA scene aside, some of my candidates are better than others – but I think our bar owner’s hiring strategy might have influenced my interview queue.  See, this may sound TOTALLY SEXIST, but I’m interviewing the females first.  But I have good reasons, I swear!  It’s because:

  • I’ve worked with women in this underground/booking industry before, and they are less likely to have musicians and managers try to pull a “fast one” on them.  If the client party is male, they interact with a female booker in a way that tries to impress them.  If the client party is female, they interact with a female booker in a way that tries to avoid a cat fight.  Moreover, a woman will not take crap from prima donnas, and our venue could use some oomph behind our (completely sincere!) altruistic ideals.  Or at least this is what I’m hoping.
  • A female has taken my position temporarily before, and the hidden secret bitch superpower she possessed turned out to be an INCREDIBLE asset to getting shit done.  See, if I put my foot down, bands throw a hissy fit.  If a lady puts her foot down, bands cast their gaze downwards and say “yes, ma’am.”
  • There needs to be more women in this industry.  Seriously.  Damn sausage fest up in here. (fun note!  www.sausagefest.com exists, and is incidentally Totally Safe For Work; that is, unless you’re not down with carnivora.)
  • Surveys and studies show that women may very well be better at multitasking and organizing than men are.  Well, hell, no wonder our booking was in near shambles when I was running it.
  • I am not basing this on looks because I would rather she get the job done than spend it inadvertently flirting, as some employees might have done in the past.

So I’m going to put this out there on the interwebs to help me prep for interviewing people:

If you were applying for my job at the bar (booking bands and doing live sound) what would you want to know about it?

*What does one do in a rut?  Steer?  I’ll leave it up to your imagination.

Re-Emergence Day

Friday, November 7th, 2008

*sigh*

There goes $60+.

Dammit.

Double Booking

Wednesday, November 5th, 2008

I’ve ranted this before, and I’ll rant it again:

One of the worst things you can do as a booking agent for a music venue is to cancel a show.

[sarcasm] And you know what’s fuhrkin awesome? [/sarcasm] I have to do just that.  Why?  Because somehow, I wasn’t paying attention, and let two resident artists — or “recurring artists” for those of you who don’t speak venue — book (ie. reserve) the same night.  What does that mean?  It means either one show gets moved and the other gets priority, or one show gets to play while the other gets straight up canceled.

No matter what happens, I am an asshole.

What makes me more like an asshole is that line from Dante in Clerks: “I’m not even supposed to be here!”

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I Think I Borke Somefin

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

Well, the wedding in Vegas, which lead into a weekend that would make me ache well into today, was totally fun and memorable.  My favorite costumes included (predictably) those based on video game characters.  There was an impressively accurate Mario, Luigi, and Princess Peach, there was a Link, and there were even Ice Climbers!

But it was Vegas.  And Vegas can do a number on you if you let it.  So I definitely came back sore and with some brain damage.  I do vaguely recall having enough of a good time for people to say, “Goddam, I love this country.”

Ugh.  as;eljb awoou  h waeljuwe42 asbj;g ;jdafb.  [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[.

One more night of sleep should help me shake this off.  And a shit ton of coffee.

Oh yeah, hey:

Vote today.

Because, goddam, don’t you love this country?

Y. Damn right you do.  So vote, goddamit.

N. You don’t?  Then do something about it and vote, you whiner!