Brian Jonestown Massacre Gripes

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So we got this email below saying some harsh things about the Brian Jonestown Massacre show last week (that's what you get for liking BJM, I guess). What's the word, SF? Is this letter-writer just expecting too much. I mean, the music biz ain't exactly FedEx.

SENT FROM:
sfweekly.com
DATE/TIME:
September 5, 2007, 6:54 pm MST
SUBJECT:
BJM @ the Independent ( a Nightmare)

LETTER:
Is it too much to ask in this day and age, to expect the host (in this case club owners of The Independent) of the party (in this case Brian Jonestown Massacre) to treat the guests (in this case well -seasoned connoisseurs of genius songwriters/musicians) to a pleasant experience and wanting to come back again another time?
Doors for this event were advertised at 7:30/show at eight. We weren't let off the unbelievably foggy, windy street to even get inside until I complained at 8:15
...
the bands couldn't find the party, and was somewhere "in San Jose" until , oh I don't know... 10:30
...
what struck me as odd is the way the club chose to have us [wait] ... the recorded music got louder and louder as the evening wore on, crescendoeing to an earsplitting climax with what appeared to be a screeching whale recording that left us all grabbing our bleeding ears in horror. ... there is no place to park your ass, save for a very dirty, sticky floor. ... So, in the end a lot of drinks got bought, and the bands apologized, but still, for the life of me I cannot figure out what happened to good promoters this city was built on, like Bill Graham.

Full text after the jump.

SENT FROM:
sfweekly.com

DATE/TIME:
September 5, 2007, 6:54 pm MST

SUBJECT:
BJM @ the Independent ( a Nightmare)

LETTER:
Is it too much to ask in this day and age, to expect the host (in this case club owners of The Independent) of the party (in this case Brian Jonestown Massacre) to treat the guests (in this case well -seasoned connoisseurs of genius songwriters/musicians) to a pleasant experience and wanting to come back again another time?
Doors for this event were advertised at 7:30/show at eight. We weren't let off the unbelievably foggy, windy street to even get inside until I complained at 8:15 that we were all miserable, needed a bathroom, etc. I was told that they didn't like to let the crowd inside, because if the band doesn't come on when they're supposed to, the crowd "gets upset." Better to be upset inside than outside, I quipped, thus gaining entrance to my descent into Hell. So, the bands couldn't find the party, and was somewhere "in San Jose" until , oh I don't know... 10:30... and then had to set up their equipment, therefore making them painfully LATE, for the advertised 8 o:clock show.
OK, so we all were used to the fact that bands have some weird shit to deal with that apparently causes time-suspension and mental breakdowns that may cause us some waiting when we enter their universe. However, what struck me as odd is the way the club chose to have us do it. Firstly, the numerous messages to us over the PA about the bathroom's and coat check's location. However, no mention as to why we are all looking at a bare stage decked out with nothing except a coupla mikes, much less an explanation or apology. These inane announcements were made every 30 minutes to keep us from feeling abandoned, I guess, or from leaving the scene altogether. God knows we found that bathroom hours ago! Meanwhile, the recorded music got louder and louder as the evening wore on, crescendoeing to an earsplitting climax with what appeared to be a screeching whale recording that left us all grabbing our bleeding ears in horror. Oh, but wait! The stage is still empty, and the crowd is layin
g down, so crank it up another notch or two!! (note to The Independent: louder doesn't equal better).....And, it should be noted, that there is no place to park your ass, save for a very dirty, sticky floor. We tried to get comfortable, but it is next to impossible to hold your ears and hold your tired head and stand on one leg to give the other one a break.
So, in the end a lot of drinks got bought, and the bands apologized, but still, for the life of me I cannot figure out what happened to good promoters this city was built on, like Bill Graham, who never started a show late, (or you didn't play here again) ran a nice, clean room, with great vibe, and gave you an apple to help with the ride home.
Everyone I know would like to experience their music live, but save for the stadium with the tabloid talent of today, it is not something we can count on. Clubs come and go, and have a tough time of it. Perhaps if they treated us like adults and gave us comfortable surroundings and a little respect we would all go out more often. The band is the reason to be there, no doubt, but you do not want to feel like running screaming from the scene before the first note is played. And by the way, by the time it all got going, most of us were so burnt out that there was no fun to be had. And they got our money too? Live and learn......suckers

PERSONAL INFO:
Suzan S.


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