Dear Grant Park Shade Festival, Dont pee on my leg and tell me its raining. I came down from my shitty little neighborhood to play a benefit for your park, which is surrounded by mansions. You have booths everywhere that Im certain paid a small fortune to be there. You hired a production company to provide two complete sound systems, stages, lights, and generators. Yet, you somehow coerce bands to pay to play your event. Thats right, I paid to play for you. You sent me a letter inviting me to enjoy the wonderful food you would provide. What did you have? Some dried up carrot sticks, some hummus that the top was hard, and some soggy tortilla chips. Thats what you call catering? I dropped ten bucks on a piece of greasy fried fish and some fries and seven bucks on a pork sandwich for my wife. Then, as if you were doing me a favor, you handed me a plastic cup of flat beer that tasted like a half baked loaf of wheat bread. Hope you didnt break the bank on that one. I play lots of benefits. Every one but yours treats their talent with generosity and respect. As far as Im concerned, you can piss off before Ill do anything for you again. Even the guy who sucks the shit out of the port a johns made out better than me. It was an exposure gig? People die of exposure, you know.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 03:50:20 +0000
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