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EP Release Party for "Hammer of Karma"
Whew! You know, in a way, even good things ending can be a relief. (Think of the end of a terrifying but absolutely thrilling and life affirming, or at least mortality-affirming, roller coaster ride. Or even sex for that matter. Rolling over with that "Thank you JESUS!" sigh and reaching for a smoke.)
As usual, Char Davis, publicist for both my recordings and my indy record label "Eerie Sunday", pulled out ALL the stops, hiked up her skirt, girded her loins and killed Vegas, drowned as it were, in red paint.
Anything this lady does in this town is a hit. I think people come to these events because it's her promoting it more than for the music. Maybe it's the open bar? (Although hardly unheard of, free booze in this town goes a long way.)
Y'know... I knew I'd never get airplay in Las Vegas. Never really wanted or expected that. What I did want and pretty much expected was a little notoriety (how little was always unimportant) and a little acknowledgment for the effort it takse to create this stuff and I couldn't be more satisfied in that regard.
Thanks to everyone who attended the last two release parties, and everyone who helped Charlene make them a success. Imagine a room in Vegas without a rope and a bodybuilder in a box backed, double-breasted sharkskin suit deciding who's cool and who's not. No cover, very few sales (didn't expect them) and an open bar with table service for anyone without gravy on their tie and still paid the bill for the event. Girl knows how to work this scene and I will never be able to repay her loyalty. I do pay her for her services and time but not NEARLY enough to compensate for her efforts on my behalf. You'd almost think she believed in the music or something...
Well, once again, thanks for reading this and thanks a steaming heap for checking out this profile and hopefully listening to a couple of songs while you were here.
As usual, Char Davis, publicist for both my recordings and my indy record label "Eerie Sunday", pulled out ALL the stops, hiked up her skirt, girded her loins and killed Vegas, drowned as it were, in red paint.
Anything this lady does in this town is a hit. I think people come to these events because it's her promoting it more than for the music. Maybe it's the open bar? (Although hardly unheard of, free booze in this town goes a long way.)
Y'know... I knew I'd never get airplay in Las Vegas. Never really wanted or expected that. What I did want and pretty much expected was a little notoriety (how little was always unimportant) and a little acknowledgment for the effort it takse to create this stuff and I couldn't be more satisfied in that regard.
Thanks to everyone who attended the last two release parties, and everyone who helped Charlene make them a success. Imagine a room in Vegas without a rope and a bodybuilder in a box backed, double-breasted sharkskin suit deciding who's cool and who's not. No cover, very few sales (didn't expect them) and an open bar with table service for anyone without gravy on their tie and still paid the bill for the event. Girl knows how to work this scene and I will never be able to repay her loyalty. I do pay her for her services and time but not NEARLY enough to compensate for her efforts on my behalf. You'd almost think she believed in the music or something...
Well, once again, thanks for reading this and thanks a steaming heap for checking out this profile and hopefully listening to a couple of songs while you were here.
Comments
Jen told me you had blogged something tonight that got all up my dress and that it sounded like an old man's feeble attempt to get in my knickers and I had to read it myself. Just relax and enjoy, big fella. You earn everything you get.
The Hammer party was bad-ass though, wasn't it? Jeez. Even by Vegas standards that was off the damned chain! I may have got them there but YOU got them going, Monkey-Boy. I have never seen so many people happy while they were listening to the most depressing, ominous music I have ever been hired to describe. (And you're absolutely right. I am underpaid. Pony up, art boy. LOL!)
In response to your observations of the evening, I was the velvet rope and the body builer in the suit. Why the hell do you think there were so many surgically-enhanced "Napkin Nights"-type babes there and no ugly broads with dirty hair looking for free Grey Goose? Does that take away from the experience for you? Wake up! And, BTW, the way you get a room paid for without a cover or disk sales? Booze endorsements. Ohmygawd you have so much to learn about this market and so little time. You ain't young as springtime anymore. This is Vegas, baby. Get on the train or it'll run over your native american ass.
Last thought... (It's 2:00 am for the Christ's sake) I do do it because I am a fan. You keep making CD's like "Hammer of Karma" and I will keep getting people to pat you on the ass for it.