The time I tried to be a promoter

In the not so distant past I took a shot at being a concert promoter. I thought that would be cool. Actually, I still think that it would be cool. Unfortunately it turned out to be more difficult than I originally anticipated. Here is how it went down. My friend Bryant called me and told me that our friend Andy had a friend named Rob with a band named New Years End. (I don’t know why it doesn’t have an apostrophe, it just doesn’t.) This was right before some break at school, summer I think. I don’t remember which one for sure, but I do remember thinking that it might be a problem because all of the students would be out of town. Anyway, I didn’t have high hopes because I was only given a week to put together something and the majority of students would be gone. I felt pretty cool going into it because when I got a hold of Rob I was in Las Vegas hanging out at the Venetian. Somehow that just made it feel official. We both convinced each other that we knew more about what we were talking about than we really did. I agreed to set up the time and place, provide sound equipment and do some promotion. In the process of securing sound equipment I found another band to open the show. They were the ones with the sound equipment. They were called One Night Band and it was their first show. Their first show was supposed to be the following night. You may have guessed by the name of the band that I screwed up the whole concept. I went down to Provo the night before and met the band and passed out some fliers. It was fun. I wasn’t really expecting them to be just kids. I think there was some lack of communication. I told Rob that there would not likely be many people there and not to expect too much because of the reasons stated above. Unfortunately he invited another band that he knew from Boise, Idaho. Their name is bank. They don’t capitalize it on their website so I am not going to either. They drove all the way down to Provo and I think about six people came to the show. Actually I guess it was more like fourteen. Most of them were Rob’s sister’s friends. I was frustrated because these guys from Boise were real musicians and I felt like Rob had misled them when he invited them and it fell on me. I know that they lost money on the deal. They were by far the best band of the night, and they had some cool t-shirts for sale. I know that they were disappointed, but they had a good attitude about it. It was a fun experience, but I don’t think that I want to do it again. I feel like I can’t guarantee anything and I don’t like to operate like that. I think that I would have to be more into the scene to pull something like that off. If you are reading this and you have a band and you want to play in Provo, I know a great little Mexican restaurant called Café Del Sol where you can play for free and split your profits with the owner. It seems like such a great idea on the surface.

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