I bet you are all wondering where my neat photos and story are for this big event? Well let me tell you. Back on the day that they announced this show, I’m talking before there were tickets on sale, etc. I started inquiring about a photo pass for the event. I sent multiple emails over to two different people at Touch and Go and for months they went ignored. I was informed a few days ago from someone I know there, who’s job it isn’t to handle such things, that they were “all out of passes and there is nothing they can do”. Had it not been for this person, I never would have gotten an answer either way! This infuriated me to the point that I actually was seriously considering not going. As it was I was only planning to attend on Saturday because that was the only day any of the bands I really give a shit about were playing, plus I had a ticket already, squeezing a mostly thin fellow with some camera gear into the place to shoot wasn’t going to cause some sort of disaster to happen! It’s not like they were losing money by letting me in free because I paid! I guess when it comes down to giving back to someone that has been writing about your records for 21 of your 25 years in existence in multiple publications, not to mention that someone being a local whose website gets a lot of traffic and would have made for some great press, they just couldn’t be bothered. I was also asked by someone to provide photos for Razorcake fanzine so I would have been doing double duty that day shooting pix for press in multiple places.
So that being said, I’m not putting over the show in any way shape or form because why give them the press when I didn’t even get the courtesy of a response to my numerous emails? I did end up going solely because of Scratch Acid and Big Black and I guess I’m glad that I did, but I couldn’t get that bad taste left in my mouth about the whole thing despite all the beers I tried to wash it away with yesterday.
I would like to thank Lewdd for some beers and Traci Trouble for the use of her jacket while I was freezing my ass off after the sun (or lack thereof) went down at the show.