Things have been made poopy

For the past three weeks I've worked to book a two to three day stint for Long Distance Runner

and Knuckleduster. The came about after I had booked about two weeks worth of shows and Knuckleduster's bassist, Brian, told me he was going to Thailand to kick box for most of the month. I dropped those dates and concentrated on however many shows I could get; which, ended up being three then down to two. Currently those dates are in Bellville, IL, outside St. Louis, and Columbia, MO, a college town. The shows should be really great seeing as how the bands they will be playing with are popular in their areas and there hasn't been many good shows in the area for quite some time. The areas are unsaturated, cracked and dying for some shows. This was my plan, see. I booked the shows and sent out the information, al biet later -- it took a while to get all the finalized information --than I had anticipated, to the bands to prepare for the shows.

Interestingly enough, last night I received a phone call from Rusty, Knuckleduster's singer, while

playing Scrabble with Greg, Patrick and his girlfriend, Samantha about the shows. He didn't sound too happy. Neither did I by the end of the conversation. He told me that there was a joke going around that Brian may not be returning from Thailand; opting to stay in the country to teach kickboxing and learn some more technique. Turns out, the joke wasn't so much the funny kind of joke, more ironic and infuriating, and he told Rusty that unless the bands gets a 'fire under their ass' (paraphrased) he's going to stay out there. Interestingly enough, Brian was the reason the band hadn't been able to play shows and go on tour. The kid was still in school and was waiting to graduate, and we were waiting for him to graduate. So, this leaves Rusty stuck in a band that does nothing while he and I, not getting paid a single penny for the work I contribute, worked our butts off to send out press kits and CDs to labels, bands and friends of bands and labels. Fire under their ass indeed. Sounds more like Brian and the rest of Knuckleduster are the grill to Rusty's hamburger patty. Did I mention that I was hungry?

Basically, this leaves me stuck. One of my prime investments is probably going to break up and

their singer, Rusty, will probably end up moving to California to live and work with Matt Skiba, damn him. Where does this leave me in all of this? POOR!#$!

It is also interesting to note that I haven't made much more than a few cents from booking shows

for this band since I started working with them. So, I guess it’s my own fault, and I'm made at myself for not jumping ship earlier. Now I'm stuck with a Rusty burger, and that doesn't sound too appetizing. Does it?

I’ll edit this later to make it more coherent. This was more of an anger post than anything else, and it will remain that until I shift some words and some paradigms and revolutionize outside the box.