After about nearly getting trampled for about an hour after the scheduled 12:30 performance me and my homegirl bounced. We got gig'd to cover the event but hospitalization wasn't worth show coverage that could only last 20 minutes—plus the red carpet was wack—maybe the worst setup in Hollywood...EVER. Cops and fire department came out to do their thing and someone screaming on the mic at 1:30 was NOT going to make LAFD kick everyone out any slower. What the PD should have done was find the promotors, escort them out, find out where the 20K was at, and distribute the refunds. Those people stood in a line for hours (impressively, it wrapped around the block) to pay 20 bucks each. Check the moneymaker's logo's below:
Sidenote questions for the evening:
1) Is it sheer determination and willingness that makes a person—essentially swimming upstream—forcefully continue down a completely crowded hall with the clear intent to crush all in his path with the simple thoughts that if it's a fragile looking girl then all the easier? In this situation, other than the feeling of 'winning', is there really a point to "getting to the other side"?
2) At what moment does it click in a bouncer's head—when looking at a handful of half-trampled girls in a sea of dudes again, "swimming upstream"—that he considers their plea's of help as NOT a "girl thing" and that waving that silly little flashlight from the stage not only makes it noticeable that EVERYone is ignoring his commands of "get out of the way" and "fallback" but they are really starting to realize his slowness is enhanced by his stupidness.
3) Does "shouting out people" during such a fiasco help take your mind off the pain of a persons elbow in your back? Does the whole "I didn't see it happen so i guess it didn't happen" thing really work? Apparently Cory Maggette's (GS Warriors) brother thinks so.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Tags: flashpoint grafix