One Hundred Forty-Eight.
Thursday, 2011.11.10, 1:19 PM CST.
Fall 2010 Chronicles, Part III: Seeing BT and enduring the Ivey.
Current Mood: Not too bad, actually.
Current Scent: Metal Jeans by Versace.
been a little while since my last update, but things are going well.
"Exhibit A" went quite nicely, and I've sold some of my art
- a fact with which I am quite pleased. Many thanks to everyone
who came out to the Gypsy to check out my paintings.
figured it would be good to get back to my memories about the fall of
2010. This particular chapter is about seeing a bonafide electronic
superstar for whom I've had a great deal of respect, and feeling disappointment
not only from his performance but also from the venue in which that
performance unfortunately took place.
[In case you can't be bothered to read the rest
of this Journal Entry... at the very least, remember this: The
Ivey SUCKS, and you shouldn't go there... and if you have a
chance to see BT perform live, you might want to skip it.]
So there's this guy called BT - real name Brian Transeau. He's
an electronic music genius who has released, among other things:
Skies" (with Tori Amos) and "Love, Peace + Grease."
(Simply Being Loved)" and These Hopeful Machines.
a short bit of history: Back in the 1990s, I was all wacky about
Tori Amos. I was buying and collecting every Tori Amos album,
single, B-side, and remix I could get my hands on. (It was a phase
I luckily outgrew over time.) Then, in 1996, she collaborated
with some guy named BT, and the two released one of the most spectacular
dance tracks of the late 1990s, "Blue Skies."
then, BT has been quite prolific, and I haven't been the most faithful
BT collector... but I have enjoyed a lot of his work and I would consider
myself a "BT fan."
"Love, Peace + Grease" was one of the greatest electronic
club anthems of its time. The 1999 album Movement in Still
Life was a work of art. In 2003, "Somnambulist"
(simply being loved) was a skillfully-crafted, glitch-and-stutter-filled
masterpiece. 2010's These Hopeful Machines proved that
BT still had what it took to deliver the goods.
in October of last year, I found out that there was going to be a special
event at the Ivey, a club in the Brookside area of Tulsa... BT,
performing his "Laptop Symphony," on November 5th.
only was this exciting news, but it was quite reasonable as well.
My wife, my friend Tim (DJ TMJ), and his wife all got tickets in advance
and met out there that night for a thrilling evening of BT..
it turned out, the evening sucked, for numerous reasons. I won't
be able to go into all of them, but I'll cover the following:
The Ivey sucked.
The promotion company sucked.
Once they finally got the show rolling (there was no opening act, but
there was a LOOOOONG delay before BT started - more details on that
below), BT gave us about an hour of his precious time. That's
right - an hour of standing behind a laptop playing his tunes.
The tracklist didn't include "Blue Skies," nor "Love,
Peace + Grease," nor even "Somnambulist." In fact,
VERY few of his really big hits were represented in the set. (Someone
told me "Flaming June" was in there, but strangely that was
one of BT's singles that I hadn't remembered.) There was plenty
of stuff from the new album, which I realize was important, but still...
he couldn't throw in a few more his most famous tracks for those of
us who had been fans for a while?
hits or not - seriously... an HOUR? Wow. No wonder the tickets
were so cheap. I love BT's music, but I doubt that I'll ever attend
a BT performance again.
This event should have been co-sponsored by Summer's Eve or Massengil,
because there was DOUCHE all over the place.
not just counting the crowd (which had a really, really high douche
factor), but the STAFF there was atrocious. (To his credit, though,
our bartender was a really cool guy.)
venue itself looked nice, though their lighting system was really underwhelming.
The Ivey certainly didn't live up to the hype.
I'm going to rag on two specific factors that I THINK were the fault
of the venue, though I'll admit they might have been supplied by Havoc
Nights (the production company whom I'll also address down below).
Those factors were the "Audio Lackeys" and a guy I'll call
Audio Lackeys were a handful of guys who kept running up to the stage
to set up the DJs' gear. They ran up to set up for the opening
DJ (named "DJ Spin" or something else really creative), and
after him, they were responsible for getting BT's laptop hooked up so
that he could do his, um, "Laptop Symphony."
before BT's set, something was wrong. One could easily tell from
the way the Audio Lackeys kept running up there that there was something
wrong. They would come up, break out the flashlights, work with
his laptop, check the connections, tweak a little here and there...
and then run back off. This happened over and over and over.
Douche was there to make sure that we knew where we were and whom we
were there to see. "HERE AT THE F***IN' IVEY GETTING READY
FOR F***IN' BT!" Yep. That was his job. He was
the big, irritating MC with (gasp) a frosted mohawk, a microphone, a
really loud voice, not a lot of creativity, and an overwhelming love
of "the F-word."
a short while, I started cringing every time Mohawk Douche got on the
mic - which was often. Between the opening DJ and BT, one of
Mohawk Douche's other responsibilities became very clear: He needed
to stall for time between acts and make it seem like the Audio Lackeys
weren't really at fault for delaying BT's performance.
could he try to keep that illusion going? Simple. He blamed
BT's delay on the AUDIENCE and then ended up outright INSULTING us.
how that worked: Every few minutes, he would get on the mic (he
looooooved that mic) and demand that we "MAKE SOME F***IN' NOISE
FOR F***IN' BT!" Of course, the sheep in the audience would
then scream as if Pee-Wee Herman had just said the magic word.
(I was not one of those sheep.)
Mohawk Douche would tell the audience that BT wasn't coming out until
THEY made enough noise - and they'd try again. Even though lots
of people could see that there were dudes running back and forth to
work on that laptop, Mohawk Douche was still insisting that BT was NOT
going to perform until the audience made enough noise for him.
of course, had the side effect of making BT sound like a self-absorbed
jackass. (I like to think that's not really the case.)
after a LONG time of waiting for the Audio Lackeys to get BT's setup
going, Mohawk Douche came back to tell us to "MAKE SOME MORE F***IN'
NOISE," but this time around, he decided to throw in (VERY closely
I know this is TULSA, so I know you're a little slow..."
Did the Mohawk Douche actually decide to bash our entire CITY just because
the Audio Lackeys couldn't hook up a damn laptop correctly? Why,
yes, he did. I'm absolutely serious. What a piece of crap.
I'd been running the evening, that would have gotten him yanked off
the mic so quickly that his mohawk would have gotten bent.
Douche also made sure to throw in the Havoc "Smokefree and Sexy"
credo in as much as possible... but more on that below:
PROMOTION COMPANY SUCKED.
If you've never heard of the promotion team "Havoc Nights,"
it wouldn't surprise me. This is the company that brought BT to
big idea behind "Havoc Nights" is this: "Party
Smokefree and Sexy." Yep, that's their main focus.
If their company had a mission statement, that would probably be it.
granted, I PREFER to go to smoke-free club nights. I'd prefer
not smelling like ass when I go home, plus I have this crazy little
thing called "asthma" that makes smoky environments more than
a tad uncomfortable. I CAN go to a smoky club every now and then,
but I'm not a big fan of it. So, on the surface, "Smokefree
and Sexy" sounds like a good idea.
Havoc seems to have made it more of an almost-political agenda.
See this "Limp Check-Up" card to the right?
not something I threw together as a joke.
a scan of an actual card that I got at the event.
back, incidentally, had a hotline that one could call if one desired
to quit smoking. Admirable enough... but what a heavy-handed approach!
over the place, there were banners with pictures of hot models (which
I don't mind at all!) with "Smokefree and Sexy" at the top.
(I even found one of them which was hilariously misprinted with the
credo "SMOKFREE and Sexy." See the bottom of this post
for a picture of that one.)
walked around in skimpy little nurse uniforms (again, I didn't mind
that!) representing Havoc, handing out cards and whatnot. It was
a little surreal.
BT went up, there was even a continuous, well-produced screen show on
the telly behind the bar at which I was seated, repeatedly giving medical
information and pushing the "Smokefree and Sexy" lifestyle...
you know, in case we didn't see the signs and the banners and the nurses
and the limp-dick cards.
if all that weren't enough, Mohawk Douche KEPT yelling about it when
he made his announcements.
ARE ALL MY SMOKEFREE SEXY PEOPLE AT?"
NIGHTS, PARTYIN' SMOKEFREE AND SEXY."
in your head with little variance, and throw in an f-bomb every few
words to spice it up. Holy crap... Hearing this moron drone
on and on almost made me want to TAKE UP smoking just to piss those
overall, it was a pretty lousy evening. I have no plans to subject
myself to the Ivey again anytime soon, and while I will gladly continue
to buy BT's music... I probably won't spend any more money to watch
him play his tunes for a mere hour.
is some good news, though... An event later in November, SRO25,
ended up balancing out the month by being one of the MOST awesome parties
I'd ever attended. Stay tuned for more of the "Fall 2010
Chronicles," coming extremely soon. :)
if you're going to party and you want to be sexy,
don't wear a smock. Or a "smok," for that matter.)