I am covering a show this week. It's an act I reviewed recently that I really like, so I requested a guest list spot at the Boston date from the publicist. So far so normal.
But instead of just adding my name to a list on email, or making a call, here is what happened: A ticket was printed out by Ticketmaster, presumably costing money to do so. That ticket was delivered to the offices of the publicist/label. Someone being paid to work there then took that ticket in New York or LA or wherever it is, and spent time putting it in one of those big yellow envelopes that music writers hate to get. A guy from Fed Ex drove over to the office to pick it up and brought it to the airport, where a fucking plane flew this 6 inch piece of paper over how many hundreds or thousands of miles. Then it landed here and another guy in another truck, being paid to do this and spending how ever much money on gas it costs to drive one of those trucks, drove from the airport in Boston to my home (where he woke me up by ringing the door bell just sayin, bro).
But instead of just adding my name to a list on email, or making a call, here is what happened: A ticket was printed out by Ticketmaster, presumably costing money to do so. That ticket was delivered to the offices of the publicist/label. Someone being paid to work there then took that ticket in New York or LA or wherever it is, and spent time putting it in one of those big yellow envelopes that music writers hate to get. A guy from Fed Ex drove over to the office to pick it up and brought it to the airport, where a fucking plane flew this 6 inch piece of paper over how many hundreds or thousands of miles. Then it landed here and another guy in another truck, being paid to do this and spending how ever much money on gas it costs to drive one of those trucks, drove from the airport in Boston to my home (where he woke me up by ringing the door bell just sayin, bro).
Now the ticket is in my possession, which is cool, but I've also got one of these stupid yellow envelopes I have to put in my recycling bin so another guy in another truck can come take it away from me and flush it down the earth toilet, or wherever it is they take my recycling to when it goes out of my face.
Granted, I'm grateful for being able to go to the show, but maybe there's a cheaper way to do things?
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11 comments:
BREAKING NEWS: People who are into art and music are irrational, foolish, and have no idea how to run businesses.
They should have just put that shit (you) on some kind of list.
P: Harf!
SD: This is coming from the single biggest music/entertainment conglomerate in the world. I think they know more about making money than making art actually.
Yer tryin' to steal peepulz jobz!!!
That's true, I should be siding with the working man. As soon as these billionaire tax cuts go through again though we should be all set in terms of job creation.
SD: This is coming from the single biggest music/entertainment conglomerate in the world. I think they know more about making money than making art actually.
In that case, BREAKING NEWS: Giant corporations are huge, lumbering bureaucracies full of lazy, incompetent people who don't give a fuck.
Touche.
as long as they keep hiring hot, stupid 22 year olds to do their PR, I'll keep supporting them!
And that's why they keep hiring them!
Touche.
shut up, hippy. if there's no reason for sully to drive that ups truck full of tickets, how is he going to afford that coffee table from pottery barn that will tie his whole apartment together?
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