Posts Tagged ‘melting faces

21
Nov
11

The Road To Synergy: Part 1 – Shitting On The Dream

Black-Rebel-Motorcycle-ClubSo on Friday I got all deep and philosophical on your asses and wrote about how I’ve been dicking around for too long and it’s time to step up to the plate and start slugging for the fence.

Well, I good couple of people who read the site and know me personally started asking what the hell I was on about was all about and why I was being so goddamned cryptic, so I decided I’d just spill the beans and give it to you guys straight.

My plan is to figure out a way to meet Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, the guys headlining Synergy Live this year and one of my favourite bands of all time and I’m going to write one of the best goddamn features you’ve ever read in your LIFE about that experience and use that piece to start doing what I’ve always wanted to.

Write about rock n roll.

People are forever asking me what my site’s about and I’m forever answering, “I have no fucking idea. I just wake up that day and whatever comes into my head – BANG! That’s what I write about on that day.”

 

 

But for a long time I’ve been seriously considering steering this site in a musical direction so that at least I can say it’s about something.

Don’t freak out though, there will still be the random, awesome shit there always has been, I just want to have more of a focus on local and international music.

I guess it was that post “That Intangible Moment…” that I wrote awhile back that cemented the idea for me. If music means that much to me, if it’s such a powerful force in my life, then why not write more about it?

Of course, for my big plan to work I first have to get to Synergy, which is proving a little problematic.

 

 

See, I’m dirt broke at the moment. In fact, less than dirt broke. I’ve been living off my goddamned credit card the past two weeks and I’m so far in the red I’m contemplating robbing a bank just to tide me over.

Can I afford the R410 for a ticket (x2 for my photographer J-Rab) – fuck no.

So of course, being arguably one of the best bloggers in the country who has gotten free VIP tickets to U2, Rocking The Daisies and Kings Of Leon to mention a few, I contacted the event organisers to see if they could help a brother out.

Here’s how that went:

ME: Hey guys, I fucking love at least 15 of the bands playing at this year’s Synergy and am the BIGGEST Black Rebel Motorcycle Club Fan in the entire fucking world, do you have media comps available for Synergy this weekend? I’ll give you HUGE love on my site.

THEM: No. All gone.

ME: Ok, um, well do your sponsors maybe have any tickets available?

THEM: That’s our sponsors prerogative.

ME: Huh. Well can you please send through some contact details so I can get in touch with them and see if they can help a brother out?

THEM: (verbatim) “Why would we share our sponsor details with you and why would they issue you with tickets? If you are such a big fan why don’t you just go and buy a ticket from webtickets or outlets?”

That made me feel like a gigantic asshole. So I wrote back and said the following:

ME: (also verbatim) “It’s quite simple, you would share your sponsor’s contact details with me and they would (hopefully) issue me with tickets because I’d do a great write up of the event, hopefully get an opportunity to interview some of the bands and generally give your event some positive exposure on my site and through Twitter.

But judging from your tone in that last email, I can see I’m wasting my time. You think I’m just another snot-nosed blogger angling for free shit.

There’s a little thing called reciprocity, which is a principle I live by and one that can be loosely described as helping people in the good faith that one day they will return the favour. 

You should try it sometime.
-ST

Not long after sending that, the guy I was communicating with (Person A) called to give me a piece of his mind over the phone, but to his credit ended the conversation saying I should call Person B and ask if they had any tickets available.

I called and was told the guy who handles the media comps is Person A and that as far as Person B knew there weren’t media comps left, but she’d chat with Person A and get back to me.

And so here I am. Less than 5 days before everything kicks off and I got zip.

Anyone out there know anyone who knows anyone who can hook me up with media comps for Synergy?

In the meantime, here’s one of my favourite BRMC songs, fittingly entitled “Ain’t No Easy Way” (people are naked in it, so if you’re watching it at work, maybe check over your shoulder first…)

 

 

Imagine them rocking out with that shit live! That song is going to MELT FACES on Saturday.

Hopefully I’ll be there to rock out with you guys, once I’ve finished wiping all the shit off my dream…

Stay tuned folks. The Tiger’s hitting up Synergy one way or another and when he gets there, he’s meeting Pete and the guys from BRMC and getting the best fucking interview out of them anyone has ever gotten, EVER.

Amen.

-ST

24
Jun
11

It’s A Glorious Goddamned Day!

On days like today, everything, all the blood sweat and tears, all the hard work and late hours, all the frustration and drudgery is worth it.

Nothing in this life ever came easy, no siree. We’d never appreciate it if it did, it would just roll on by easy breezy and we’d be left with that ‘hm’ feeling that always accompanies a total anti-climax.

I don’t like writing about my work life on this site, but we’ve been working on something big that lands this weekend, like a gigantic disco from the future, and from what I’ve seen over the past few days, it’s going to melt faces guys, holy shit.

 

 

So I feel super-stoked. Like there’s nothing else I could have done to make this any better. Maybe it doesn’t go 100% according to plan, maybe it fucks out a little here and there, I don’t care, there is nothing, nothing I could have done any differently to make this better.

My wish for you, all you crazy kids out there in interwebs-land who read these fightin’ words, is that your Friday brings you the same happiness mine is bringing me.

Let’s sing a song (finally got this shit working), a ditty that goes a little something like this…

 

 

Have a killer weekend party people Winking smile

-ST

24
Jun
11

It’s A Glorious Goddamned Day!

On days like today, everything, all the blood sweat and tears, all the hard work and late hours, all the frustration and drudgery is worth it.

Nothing in this life ever came easy, no siree. We’d never appreciate it if it did, it would just roll on by easy breezy and we’d be left with that ‘hm’ feeling that always accompanies a total anti-climax.

I don’t like writing about my work life on this site, but we’ve been working on something big that lands this weekend, like a gigantic disco from the future, and from what I’ve seen over the past few days, it’s going to melt faces guys, holy shit.

 

 

So I feel super-stoked. Like there’s nothing else I could have done to make this any better. Maybe it doesn’t go 100% according to plan, maybe it fucks out a little here and there, I don’t care, there is nothing, nothing I could have done any differently to make this better.

My wish for you, all you crazy kids out there in interwebs-land who read these fightin’ words, is that your Friday brings you the same happiness mine is bringing me.

Let’s sing a song (finally got this shit working), a ditty that goes a little something like this…

 

 

Have a killer weekend party people Winking smile

-ST