So the 1st hotel I booked was not appropriate for the boss. The ramification: rehearsal room was changed to somewhere else with the likelihood of an acceptable hotel nearby. This was accomplished by a certain Patrick who lived in the area and had a better handle on the logistics. There is no substitute for experience! Then I was given the information to go for it. 2 phone calls later and that's settled, whew. Everyone's happy, at least until they stay there :)
It's day 2 of my 'weekend' and I am getting some of these rooms booked. My 'real' job is goes Friday to Tuesday, it's back to the nightclub tomorrow for 2 shows back to back. Saturday afternoon is time to play drums with pals Tom L and Unk. Boy am I looking forward to some music-making fun!
Raining off and on today, perfect for being shackled to the computer desk in my 'home office'. To do: figure out an easy way to receive faxes without real humans calling being subjected to the dreaded 'fax tone'. I can only have one phone line in this apartment and must be shared between dial-up (yes, I am Old School), fax machine and of course telephone. If I can get at least 2 or 3 more hotels booked and settle the rest of the routing (the when and where of touring musicians), perhaps I can watch a movie or read a bit.
So, it's back to the middle and forward into the possible future lodging of road warriors.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Start at the beginning
Hey, it still works. Signed up and started this firstly to leave a comment, wave hello, on another blog.
Find myself reading a few others now, so might as well jump in and be a blogger too.
October has so far been all about the balancing act of 3 jobs, keeping my head from exploding and body succumbing to a furthered state of middle-agedness.
2 of Tom's jobs take place in a night club. Taking the door cover charge and keeping people safe. I must also enforce the rules. My nights go like this:
-Give me cash and we'll pay the band.
-In Wisconsin, you must be 21 to drink alcohol. No ID? sorry!
-Don't fight or destroy things.
-Keep yer drinks on the premesis, please.
-Please come out to have a good time.
This last is a variation of an axiom from this smartypants person I know. The diligent and welcoming staff here attempt to create an environment where it's *possible* to have a 'good time'. When someone sets out to have a *bad* time (they do), and drag others down with them, the best we can manage is damage control. I try to remain cheerful and welcoming until the badness escalates. But usually, it's 'good times'!
The whole affair orbits the likelihood that music will be played and in turn - *listened* to.
Even **danced** to! Ain't we got fun?
The other job: cleaning & setting up for the next day of good times. Yup, I'm a Janitor. Some would say "Maintenance Engineer", but most of the engineering part is already settled. I loathe house cleaning like anybody, but manage to keep the nightclub clean and shinning like a new penny. While I toil- CDs are played at a volume that would annoy my fellow apartment neighbors. Not that loud really, and not that quiet either. No phone, no trains, no ambient bass from overpowered car systems destroying the vibe. How cool is that?
Fave listening:
Amon Tobin
Captain Beefheart
Paul Simon
The Bears
Job 3, which is really the most difficult, is something I have done before: Hotel Coordinator. wtf? OK, I work with touring artists to arrange their hotel stays in advance while they are on the road. Off to a flying start, my first hotel booking was rejected as just plain wrong. But I haven't been 'fired' yet, so I'll keep plugging away. It's not that kind of 'job' anyway. It's more like something I want to do, to repay a debt. I've said to much...
Have to get back to it RIGHT NOW. a cuppa and off I go.
Find myself reading a few others now, so might as well jump in and be a blogger too.
October has so far been all about the balancing act of 3 jobs, keeping my head from exploding and body succumbing to a furthered state of middle-agedness.
2 of Tom's jobs take place in a night club. Taking the door cover charge and keeping people safe. I must also enforce the rules. My nights go like this:
-Give me cash and we'll pay the band.
-In Wisconsin, you must be 21 to drink alcohol. No ID? sorry!
-Don't fight or destroy things.
-Keep yer drinks on the premesis, please.
-Please come out to have a good time.
This last is a variation of an axiom from this smartypants person I know. The diligent and welcoming staff here attempt to create an environment where it's *possible* to have a 'good time'. When someone sets out to have a *bad* time (they do), and drag others down with them, the best we can manage is damage control. I try to remain cheerful and welcoming until the badness escalates. But usually, it's 'good times'!
The whole affair orbits the likelihood that music will be played and in turn - *listened* to.
Even **danced** to! Ain't we got fun?
The other job: cleaning & setting up for the next day of good times. Yup, I'm a Janitor. Some would say "Maintenance Engineer", but most of the engineering part is already settled. I loathe house cleaning like anybody, but manage to keep the nightclub clean and shinning like a new penny. While I toil- CDs are played at a volume that would annoy my fellow apartment neighbors. Not that loud really, and not that quiet either. No phone, no trains, no ambient bass from overpowered car systems destroying the vibe. How cool is that?
Fave listening:
Amon Tobin
Captain Beefheart
Paul Simon
The Bears
Job 3, which is really the most difficult, is something I have done before: Hotel Coordinator. wtf? OK, I work with touring artists to arrange their hotel stays in advance while they are on the road. Off to a flying start, my first hotel booking was rejected as just plain wrong. But I haven't been 'fired' yet, so I'll keep plugging away. It's not that kind of 'job' anyway. It's more like something I want to do, to repay a debt. I've said to much...
Have to get back to it RIGHT NOW. a cuppa and off I go.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
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