This week, Mercy Lounge booker John Bruton is turning a year older, so tonight's 8 off 8th doubles as his birthday celebration. The lineup looks a tad short, but that's to make room for some special guest appearances, one we're sure will be of the bendy, green variety.
But let's take a moment to reflect on what running/booking/more-or-less-living-at a rock club really entails. You gotta endure all manner of bullshit above and beyond the daily grind of smoothing out contractual ripples. There's all those shitty bands always wanting to play, and those bands always have even shittier frontmen. The arrogance, diva-style requests, and last but certainly not least, endless text requests for guest list spots. Think of all the shit-talking and prick waving that goes on night after night after night—not to mention the occasional fist fight, broken equipment or jam band. And supporting all those local shows that don't do dick for money but are necessary and critical and awesome to the club's overall health. We don't know how you dudes do it. We suspect that every so often, there's just a brain-fryingly good show from a terrific touring band or a promising local one that makes up for all of it. And the shots prolly help.
Doin' it tonight:
David Vandervelde
David Mead
The Carter Administration
My Tyger
Ghostfinger
Passenger
We Are Mushrooms
9 p.m.; $0.
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Long live John Bruton, and long live Mercy Lounge. Happy birthday! -Gold
Bruton, I wish I could come by tonight. But I can't. If I had to put up with what you do everyday, I would have lost my mind a long time ago. So thanks for everything and Happy Birthday!
From what I hear, some of the most annoying shit is when people just walk up to the office door in the middle of the day (that's the side door on the far right side that's always locked... not the main door FYI) and start banging on it with the intention of talking to someone who can book their act. They don't ask for anyone by name of course, because they didn't even bother to do 5 minutes of research.
Understand that there is a sign on this very same door that states something to the affect of "NO WALK-IN APPOINTMENTS."
Although it's not verbatim, I'm pretty sure it's in all caps.
That alone would drive me insane.
Happy birthday you tall goof. And thanks for all the jeans!