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| - I was really excited for another music venue to open up here in the valley; overall the building itself was great. The sound is decent, the decor is beautiful and the layout allows pretty much everyone a decent view of the stage, unless you're short, then you're out of luck. The floor is level and the only way for anyone under 5'7" to see anything is to be upstairs or in the front row.
We paid $110 for two general admission tickets and $60 for four drinks, and were not allowed to stand at the edge of the balcony because we didn't pay a couple of hundred bucks for a VIP couch. As far as I'm concerned, general admission means everyone can go anywhere, but that's not the case here. This place just opened a few weeks ago and there was really no way to know that. If I'd stood in line two hours before the door opened, maybe I could have had a decent view, instead I was kind of stuck in the back, sucking down a weak $15 drink. The floor was occupied by a sea of geriatrics in folding chairs, and if it had been standing room only, I could have slithered my way to the front.
The only other thing that irritated me is the fact that they had a few "employees", young girls dressed in cute outfits who were clearly just there to social network the shit out of this place because all they did was check tags and mentions on Twitter and Instagram, standing right in the fucking front of the balcony area, just dicking around on their phones. They were clearly disinterested in the musicians, and I know they were employees because the security guy confirmed it. Having your "employees" blocking the view of actual, paying customers is just bad fucking business.
Whatever. It was an expensive lesson and there's a lot of things I'd do differently if I was ever forced to come back here.
1) Arrive at least two hours early.
2) Sell an organ or two to be able to afford drinks (not my liver though, I'd need that).
3) Bring singles to tip the bathroom attendants (I can get my own goddamn paper towels, thank you, and I'm not tipping you just because you handed me a couple of Starburst candies).
4) Don't bother sweetly asking the douchebag who works for 95.5 The Mountain if you can stand in the corner of his mostly empty VIP area so you can actually see the stage, because he will be an asshole and say no, then lay on the couch with his dumbass ginger buddy, ignoring the stage and checking his phone instead.
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