March 6th, 2009


Win Some, Lose Some

Well, on the bright side, it was a great show - even if I was making mistakes left and right, and even if the damned wired mic connection decided to go flaky again. I just re-scrubbed the contacts, which should last for another month or two.

I even accidentally deleted a song while someone was singing it - that only happens about every month and a half or so. And I had to do it to Elana and Denise's friend Dave, on his first song ever at the club.

He seemed a good sport about it. At least, he hung around and sang two more.

And I'm going to blame the number of errors on being distracted by the Julz thing. Because I can, and because I'm really not fond of conflict.

I started around 8:40pm, and went for 5 rotations, stopping at about 2:02am. Which doesn't really give the tenor of the night, since the first and last rotations were half an hour each...

Definitely too many people to mention all of them individually. But we had spawrhawk and Dominic, trivialt, the Alex group, dionuse, markobellydance, cybrenn, and many, many more.

Like Ray and Dee-Dee, who have been in before - in the long distant past. Ray is unfortunately the sort of guy that starts out fun and energetic, and ends the night embarrassingly drunk, screaming at his companion for being a whore. That was special.

Then, on a more positive - and amusing - note, there was Lolita. Lolita, when she was married to Glenn, was one of my parents' neighbors. In fact, I think she still lives up there. Alex, it turns out, used to be a roommate of hers.

Definitely a small world.

Of course, then there's the juicy part. About halfway through the night, Julz and Dana showed up, followed not too much later by Paula. I of course had broken their speakers down, as I've been doing every Thursday for something like 2 months now. The difference being that this time, I carefully stored them in the closet, rather than leaving them in a corner of the dance floor.

I have to give Julz credit, she didn't bring it up until the last customer (June) was out the door. supersniffles left with slightly more alacrity than she would have otherwise when I pointed out that the storm front was coming in.

I'm actually reasonably proud of myself. First of all, I didn't scream once, and Julz lost her cool multiple times. I made the offer multiple times to set up and tear down her speakers - that, of course, wasn't acceptable, because I shouldn't go near her stuff. And, more importantly, she'd lose face.

Second of all, I didn't back down, either. Julz attempted the whole "xxx, do you understand?" gambit, and seemed a little nonplussed to get back a "No. Do you understand?" Apparently, she's really not too used to people that don't fold immediately.

She also tried twice to use a "Why did you do that when Paula told you not to?" She didn't deal too well with a response of "Because she didn't. We discussed my setting them up on Mondays, and taking them down on Thursdays."

Given my life-long habit of reducing to incoherent gibbering anger when this sort of situation occurs, I think I deserve some level of back-patting. If only to verify that I actually have something resembling a spine.

Granted, there is quite a bit of validity in the fact that xxx was mostly "don't touch my equipment." There's a certain boundary there that it is widely considered wrong to cross. My problem is that another boundary is "clean up after yourself." And even giving wide allowances for Dana's bad back and Julz's, ummm, feminine delicacy, Julz has consistently acted like my shows are some sort of minor afterthought.

I reached a breaking point sometime about, it seems, two months ago, when they were still doing a different show elsewhere. They would leave everything piled in a corner of the dance floor, and the speakers set up, then would show up around 10:00pm or so during the Thursday show to haul everything out the side door. The pile looked tacky, the speakers looked tacky, and the process itself was also pretty tacky.

Dana (it would be Dana - the one with a concept of cooperation) asked if it was "OK". I probably should have said no, but I can understand having time constraints like day jobs. So I asked if they could at least pile their stuff together, and get something like a tarp to go over it - anything to make it look slightly less like a pile of junk. This conversation has apparently been interpreted to mean that I "didn't mind" that the speakers were set up.

In any case, instead of neat piles, I got increasing spread. Things came to a head one night when their stuff was across the floor and spread out on one of the couches. I gathered it all together, and added the damn speakers to the pile. No-one complained, and I just kept doing it.

Back at the altercation, Julz did have a final ace. On one of my trips out to load the car (I wasn't going to stop that process simply because someone felt like yelling at me), Paula came out, and asked if I could not touch them just to keep the peace.

I will never take orders from Julz. I might cooperate with reasonable requests, but I'll not take an order. I do, however, work for Paula.

We had a reasonably long conversation, where I brought up several of the Julz issues, including the repercussions I'm trying to contain from the "not a gay bar" bits, and the claim that she's running the place ("Well, she does - she's my right arm on Fridays and Saturdays." "That's not what people have been hearing her say.").

So I'll not be touching her damned speakers from now on. I'm probably going to ask (Paula, of course), if we could at least have something to cover them, so they don't look like they're in use.

Honestly, I just need to build up the patience to wait for Julz to completely screw herself over. Hopefully before she does too bad a job on the bar. Her type progressively asserts ownership over what they deal with until they finally overstep. Not to mention that, as timenchanter pointed out later at supper, she's now going to build up to an us vs. them ultimatum. And history has shown that Paula doesn't handle ultimata very positively.

Actually, she ignores them. Which is fine if you're willing to back down.

Other little tidbits: The one thing I didn't have an answer for was a rather inane comment by Dana. She asked if it would be OK with me if they took down the crappy-sounding house speakers. The "crappy-sounding" was nonplussing enough to keep me from mentioning that she'd have to ask Paula that, not me.

The sound quality thing has been a long-term issue, and one that I seriously shouldn't wish I should fix, because it isn't worth the trouble. They think their sound system is absolutely wonderful. I think it's adequate.

Dana periodically blurts out how people tell them their sound is great. I've never bothered to point out that there's always someone who'll tell you your sound is great.

And, honestly, it's a very subjective thing. Different customers like different styles. I get a lot of compliments, and I've also gotten one hell of a lot of complaints about theirs. It's definitely possible that they've gotten complaints about mine, too. But I gotta say that I've never heard anything particularly wonderful out of those Peaveys of theirs. The highs are muddy, and it's very easy to overdrive the bass.

Separately, the time I was talking with Paula was apparently spent in a fairly nasty little back-and-forth between them and Timmie, with - among other things - the result that Dana isn't speaking to him. He dared to accuse Julz of smoking weed...

I think this was after they accused him of stealing from the bar, but I could be wrong about that.

Fun fun fun.

Anyway, I started this semi-coherent tome around 4:00am, and have been doing bits of it since then, alternated with equipment maintenance and naps. It's time I gave up and went to bed.

Have a good morning, all.
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I Forgot...

Apparently, during the timenchanter/J&D altercation last night, they claimed I had never been helpful to them.

Apparently, the time spent teaching them how to connect to the house audio and video systems, coming in on an off day and emptying out the closet for them, announcing them as KJs when they sing, and putting them on the website - none of that is being helpful.

I mean, I can somewhat understand them not counting my running a separate cable to the large flatscreen, and installing a filter, so they could do a show through their unfiltered baseband connection without the 60Hz hum from hell. They don't necessarily know that it didn't really affect me too much.

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