I feel used, dirty and whore-like
Last night between 7pm and about 9.20pm [minus about 40 minutes to go and get a feed and a few drinks at a pub] I was getting phucking ass-raped puppet for the NME-base over-hyped music industry.
Word spread around the traps last week that Brit-pop poster child of cool-shit, Lily Allen, was playing a show at Club 77.
Now, to understand the set-up the venue may need to be explained. Club 77 is an underground bomb-blasted little place, with 'the stage' consisting of a rug and some lights. It's the kind of place where the AIDS-ridden bartender wears no shirt and you can get away with going to the female toilets for 3/4 of a night without any troubles. Hence, it's a little bit of a strange venue for such a 'popular-sensation' such as Lily Allen.
Also, it should be noted, I don't think the light shines from Lily's ass-crackage [evident from my mediocre review of her album last week] and I was excited to see her because it's a nice small venue and I heard that she normally played with a band and that her show was pretty nice.
So, yeah me and my homez lined up for about 2 hours, only to be told by management that the club was at capacity and they had already let in the 50 or so people from 'the public' [with the rest of the venue filled with people who know people who know other people who are friends with people that work at Triple J].
Afterwards as we flipped beer coasters, consolled each other with reacharounds and downed cheap beer at a nearby pub it was obvious to everyone [included blind tards and imaginary lepricorns] that we had been set-up. The line was designed only to draw attention to the venue / to the artist and her overwhelming popularity [obvs the fact the venue was empty was pretty much irrelevant]. It wasn't bad planning, as I had thought before going, but merely a fucked up record company stunt to draw attention to a sensationally underwhelming artist. Fuck you marketing gurus etc.
And did it work?
Well, the general feeling was NO, IT FUCKING DIDN'T YOU COCKSMOKERS!!!.
I now can't help but associate the music of Lily Allen with the shitness of waiting outside in the cold in a line for 2 hours. It reminds me of the time I went and saw The Von Bondies and they moved a show forward to the night before the scheduled event, thus when myself [and my homez and a few other peeps] turned up on the original date, we were told we missed the event. I don't think I have listened to their album since.
As Angry Stu claimed after the whole event... treat your fans like shit, don't be suprised when they aren't your fans anymore. Ditto-ed.