On the last night of a month-long tour, Esser and DATAROCK (and KAV for the West Coast) were playing a venue in Seattle rhat completely dropped the ball with the show’s production. The sound was terrible and non-existent in the monitors and the promoter was not-to-be-found until about 10pm and booked this terrible hipster rap act that ate up the headliner’s set time and threw water all over the stage (which doesn’t mix well with electronics!). Also, Seattle (and maybe all of Washington) has this bogus law about “No alcoholic beverages onstage”. All in all, it was a weird scene. But we made the best of it until finally the band was asked to stop playing around 1:30 am.
On top of this, the last night of any tour is subject to some ribbing, some hijinks…you know, shenanigans. One camera can’t possible do this night justice but I can hope that this sheds a little light on the situation. A cautionary tale.
For every one thing I post on here (at length, not little blurbs), I must write 3 dead drafts that just get half written with brilliance and I never have time to finish them. ( Sorry, tribute to Ron Asheton and the time I met him backstage at SXSW with Iggy, Spoon and Kings of Leon!)
I still hate my job, but still have one. All 50 hours of it. So much anger for my livelihood. I used to be poor, it was the happiest I’ve ever been. Zero was there and that’s about all that matters.
