So here's the story...
Me and two freinds get booked to go play in chicago for this promoter named Myles who claims to be affiliated with Alan Oldham. We had played for this guy one time before and had no problems but even then something about the way he talked set off my bullshit detector so i was already on the lookout for shady things to come from this douchebag.
We all got booked to play on wednesday night and were told before we came out that there was another gig to play on friday for him. about 3/4 of the way there we get a call from him that the friday gig was canceled and that kind of pissed me off because i had already taken friday off of work to come play for this fool. If i would have thought that a wednesday gig was the only thing we would have had then i wouldn't have wasted my time coming out there and gone to work to make some money to pay my bills.
So we finally get to Chicago and we meet up with him. First thing he did was give us money to cover the gas which was cool and i thought maybe this guy isn't so bad. So we bring our shit up to the apartment and listen to a couple of mediocre tracks he did with Reason and hung out for a little while. I asked him if this was the place we were staying and he said yes, it was a nice place too in a good part of town and close to everything so i thought everything was looking good to me so me and my freinds decided to go get something to eat before the gig. After that we get to the gig after first stopping by the place he says he's moving into in a week so he could get some needles for the gig. One of my freinds went up there with him and when he came back he said there was no furniture in the place and the cockroaches were running around with bandito outfits on. At least we weren't staying there, i thought, and we proceded to go to the gig. We get there and the place is about thew size of a closet (The Ashland). We go to play and there are two 12 inch monitors and a janky ass pioneer 2 channel mixer with no headphone levels and only one slider with the plastic piece on it. After about an hour of playing to nobody a few people walk in and tell us that nobody did any promotion for the night and nobody knew we were there until a few hours before. I decided to not play anymore and let my freinds have the money because it was obviously a lost cause there anyways and proceded to try to get drunk but the drinks were so watered down i couldn't even get going. After the gig was over we went over to see a local detroiter who was in town play (John Johr) at a pretty nice place. About 10 minutes after we get in the stupid shit starts.........
Myles comes up to us and tells us that he just got a phone call that his place got raided. For some reason the way he said it to me was not convincing so i knew he was trying to pull some shit. I told my boys that he had to be bullshittin' and we should go and get our stuff. So we all go to him and say we're going back to the crib to get our shit. He tried to tell us that we couldn't go and get our shit because the cops were there, he didn't say this convincingly either and i smelled even more bullshit from him. I told him that there is no way i am going to not get my shit. I told him that if he doesn't go open the door for us to go get our shit that i was going to kick it down and do it myself. After him trying to stall and tell us we cant go up all of us were like no way we're leaving without our stuff and he opened the door and we went upstairs. The inside door opens to the crib and lowe and behold there is somebody standing there that none of us met earlier and he wasn't a cop. It turns out that the place belonged to him. After a while of him talking with his freind in the back room and feeding us more bullshit about what happened all of us came to the conclusion that he never asked if we could stay there and it definitly wasn't his crib we were at. After leaving the place and standing outside calling everybody we knew in the area (around 4 am) and getting ahold of none of them while watching him make fake phone calls my freinds decided they had had enough and wanted to leave after about an hour of calling him a fucking hoe i just told him to turn around and walk away like a bitch.
I'v rarely ever have been so pissed off in my life.
Don't get me wrong, i love Chicago. However if assclown promoters like this are what i can expect in the future there is no way i'm ever coming back for a show.
Have any of you ever ran into this fool?
