- August 11th, 2010
Well maybe this isn't necessary, but you won't be finding Corrosion at the Rubyfruit anymore. And whyyyyy? Well, cause they fuckin fired us, the hell you think?
I've been putting off writing this for a week because I'll be damned if I know what to say. I could take so many directions with this one.
I could roll with blase and unsurprised. Which I am. Corrosion gets fired every August, and the place that fired us last time begs for us back. After a while, you kind of get used to it.
I could go with righteous indignation. Ooooh could I. Straight fact, Mary the "owner" has lied to us and ripped us off at every turn. She has been promising us payment since October (which we never ever get), will get advertising out of me and then cancel events, makes promises and breaks them like they're water. She's a con-artist, and anyone who buys her bullshit is an idiot (yes, an idiot, yes, you). She encouraged criminal levels of bullying against me and my regulars. If there is anyone who here who dearly deserves a terrible end done to them, its her. But there's nothing quite as dull as ruffled feathers, mine or yours.
I could go with 'thank god we're out of there' and that's true too! Pretty much everyone knows that that bar is going to close and making the switch NOW makes sense, especially getting away from an unsupported management and staff who spent a huge amount of their time sabotaging our nights when they should have been putting their own money down on adverting (there's a thought, you fucking amateurs!) But I can't help but think that sounds like sour grapes. It's true, but I know how you people would take it (what do you mean, you people, you fucking very well know what I mean!)
Hell, we could even go with we got the can because Vendetta is certifiably crazy and mean as a shit house rat, but jeez, that might have been news five years ago. It ain't now. I'm just as crazy and mean as the first day I stepped off the Greyhound, I just have much more reliable staff now.
So where's that leave us? Well, same place we always are in August. Getting reorganized, arguing the new contract at the new place (in this case the not so new place), figuring out our year. It's a huge pain and a hassle to switch venues, but we're good at it. If it comes down to a discussion of relief or regret, my money is on relief, mixed with irritated laziness that prefers to play video games than wander around flyering some more.
And as for you people, yes, you scene people, I, once again, am not going to bother to try and tell you where to hang out. I don't do this out of some higher sense, but because I know you don't really give a shit. Yes, you read that right. You want simple things - you want to go out and have fun with your friends. That's what you want. You don't want to get mixed up in bar politics or DJ squabbles.
Sometimes, maybe you should. But you don't. Maybe when you see something fucked up or unfair, you should say something. You won't, but maybe you should. And all that aside, what you must do, is support your scene. You must because the alternative is not attractive. If your imagination fails you in this, go spend a weekend in Houma, and ask yourself what your life would look like without your scene. Because if you think the Goth scene is doing OK in America, you're a fool. If you think it can't be saved, you're a bigger fool.
I know you're broke. I guarantee, I am too.
I know you have to work in the morning. So do I.
And I know you're sick of the drama. Times how you feel by about a hundred, and you might be able to imagine how sick of it I am.
But I'm not going to quit on this scene, because frankly, I'm scared shitless of that unending weekend in Houma. And you should be very fucking afraid of it too. So let's stick this out a bit further, shall we?
Meanwhile, hang out, and we'll have good news for you just as soon as the blood dries on my contracts. You'll keep being scene, and I'll keep being a very crazy and very mean old bitch who cares more about it that she probably should.
Oh yeah, and if you feel like letting Mary know what you think about her unceremoniously canning the first alternative night to come back to 1135, you can drop her a line at 504-319-9702. Yes, I just went there.