Jul 15 2010

The Coda Debate and the Great Divide

Category: Local GoodnessHead Bitch in Charge @ 8:07 pm

overpriced drinksI have long been a supporter of local bands in this area, even enough to have visited The Blue Monkey and its date rape bathroom on many, many occasions. The local music and arts scene in Monroe is one of the best things that this town has going for it. I think our music and art is so great because all of us have grown up in such a repressive town full of lameness that our creativity can’t help but come bursting out.

Makes sense to me, at least.

In the last few days, there has been a large and public war between several local musicians and Coda Bar and Grill. There has even been a Musicians Against Coda facebook page set up, that already, after only a couple of days, has over 160 fans.

The general complaint is that many of the bands who have played at Coda feel as though they have been cheated on the money that was taken at the door.

I, personally, can only attest to one incident of this happening, since I don’t generally go to Coda to hear bands. The case that I am referring to is Rhoda Brown’s birthday party when The Downtown Wigs (awesome band!) played. I saw for myself how many people came in the door that night and I actually sat for a while and watched the guy who was “taking the money at the door.”

My friends from out of town were there to see Rhoda. They had never even been to Coda before, but since we were sitting near the door, they kept their eye on “door money” guy as well. If I remember correctly, the statement from my friend Jesse was, “Why does he keep leaving his post? Oh, maybe he keeps going to the bathroom for some blow.”

This guy did not stay at the door. People were streaming in constantly and the place was packed. It wasn’t until several days later that I heard about The Downtown Wigs getting completely kind of screwed on the money situation. Which really sucks because A: they are awesome and B: they were only playing because it was Rhoda’s birthday.

Since this is my one and only personal account on this argument, I tend to think that these musicians against Coda might have a point. When you’ve been playing gigs for a while, you can take a look at the crowd and make a pretty good guess at what the take will be that night. When you see a packed house and you get paid for about 17 people, something’s fishy.

On a purely personal note, I’ve been watching the discussions on the Facebook page and whoever was posting in the name of Coda was getting pretty nasty. From a PR standpoint, getting nasty with your customers in a public venue that can be CTRL + PRTSC’ed all over town is a pretty bad fucking move.

Here’s a quote:

HA! DAM! We actually hope every other band as crappy as Revamp does boycott us. You guys should take that 13 dollars you earned and you and your groupies can hit up the waffle house because you can’t afford to eat or drink in our establishment. Maybe you can play there too. And if any other crappy local bands have a …problem with us feel free to comment. That’s why we love facebook too.

I’m not really sure what their problem is with Revamp, but a couple days ago, they were offering free shots to anyone who came into the bar and said “Revamp sucks”. Way to honor the local music scene guys. Super fucking professional.

The admin of the Coda facebook page has made it known that their business plan caters to a certain clientele. This is why they overcharge for their food. ( I do have to say, though, I love their red beans and rice.) The problem with that is, the clientele that they are aiming for is not the ones who keep them in business on the weekend nights when bands are playing and they are drinking.

Hell, I would have saved up for a week if I had had to so that I could go hear The Downtown Wigs play there. It’s not about the money. Anyway, we all know that the hoochies in the short skirts and g-strings who are standing outside the door on Friday and Saturday nights are where the bulk of the money is coming from. I’ve seen many a guy buy an overpriced drink for a hoochie in a short skirt.

The venue is absolutely gorgeous. I love going to The Rising Sun, but the damn door is never open. I was told about 3 months ago that they are doing a revamp (ha!) on the whole she-bang, but I really don’t know what is going on there. Coda is a place that I would be proud to bring my out of town guests. It’s beautiful and the food doesn’t suck too bad as long as you can afford it. The drinks are over priced and I have had some really crappy service there, but the atmosphere makes up for it.

What the oh-so- beautiful atmosphere does not make up for, however, is DOUCHE BAG comments such as the ones left on Facebook (most of which have been deleted, btw). It also does not make up for the non-professionalism of the owner who feels the need to act out on Facebook in such as childish manner.

As of today, the Coda page has made an apology. Somehow, I don’t buy it. I’m not saying I’m never going to eat their red beans and rice again, but I will never go see another band play there. Most of the bands I like don’t play there, anyway. I’ll stick to Enoch’s, thank you very much.  The Jeters have somehow managed to create a place where hippies and hoochis alike can come and drink and enjoy some music. If I went out more, I would probably be all over Tsunami. I have a lot of respect for the local bands who play there and people like Donnie who are doing everything they can to help out local musicians.

As far as you, Coda, you just lost my respect. I truly hope that you get your managerial problems worked out and learn how to act in a professional manner. I love your building, but I hate your fucking attitude.

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May 24 2010

The Great Sex Book Explosion

Category: Local GoodnessHead Bitch in Charge @ 12:21 pm

A while back, my friend Jane and I were discussing this huge demographic of married American males who are just not getting any poon. Men that have been married for a while and maybe even have a couple of kids. Men who had a normal sex life for the first couple of years of their marriage, but now can’t get laid to save their lives.

We talked about them for a while and realized that they probably had no idea what they were doing wrong. We thought, Wouldn’t it be fun to write a book for them, telling them what they are doing wrong and how to fix it?

So we did.

Presenting: “How to Get Your Wife to Act Like a Porn Star” by Alice and Jane Cash. The book is available on Amazon and we are terribly giddy about it. Our little book is divided into 30 days of lessons such as “Do the fucking dishes” and “The clit instruction guide”.

The best news? We are giving a copy away to one of you guys!

To enter the giveaway, leave a comment telling me what you think a book of this sort should include. For extra entries, retweet this post and share it on Facebook. You may also join our Facebook fan page. You can get up to 4 entries per person. Just let me know in the comments section which type of entries you did. The drawing will be held at random.org and will take place on Friday, May 28th, so enter now!

Seriously. We all know someone who desperately needs this book.

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Jan 20 2010

An Ode to the Crack Whore Gas Station Attendant

Category: Local GoodnessHead Bitch in Charge @ 6:22 pm

gas stationDear Crack Whore Gas Station Attendant,

I love you the most.

You don’t try to engage me in conversation at 6am when all I want in the world is some caffeine.

You mumble the amount of purchase, avert your eyes and take my money – thus making the world exactly how it should be.

Though your thong may be visible and you may be so high that you think my purple handbag is giant cat that I am holding, I don’t judge.

And you don’t judge my early morning purchase of $3.87 of Unleaded and a Ding Dong.

You are so much better than:

1. Young white guys who think they’re black:

Put your hat on straight and pull up your pants. You look like an idiot.  Stop acting like you are from the hood. I saw your green 08 Corolla with the Bayou Desiard Country Club sticker parked out front. You are embarrassing yourself.

2. Middle aged black people who like to talk about the Lord.

I understand that you feel blessed and happy at 6am, but please respect the fact that I am only holding back a big “Fuck You” by the grace of the deepest reaches of my inbred Southern charm.  You tell me I look like an angel from heaven until you notice my tattoos and begin looking worried about my soul.  By all means, pray for me. Put me on the list. But please just give me my fucking coffee first.

3. Old mean and nasty white women.

Any unfortunate soul who has traveled down Louisville Avenue near the bridge and wanted a morning coffee and paper knows exactly who I am talking about.  You are a legend. You are mean and nasty and deserve to die.  Don’t look at me as if I just ate your only unborn baby when I am just trying to buy a fucking cup of coffee.  I didn’t do anything to you.  Fuck off.

4. Young white guys who think they’re funny.

You are the worst.  I avoid the Shell station at Well Road because of you. I can fully assure you that I am not impressed by your Cartman impersonation.  Don’t comment about my t-shirt, don’t tell me you like my tattoo and please, please don’t try to charm me with your witty banter.  I don’t care that you have a wheat penny. You are neither witty nor charming and I don’t like you.  Stop trying to talk to me and just give me my damn Swiss Cake Roll.

Muah!

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Sep 08 2009

Where is Your Hallowed Ground?

Category: Local GoodnessHead Bitch in Charge @ 12:16 pm

rainbow treeIs sacred ground still sacred when you dig it up and put it somewhere else?  Despite my lack of organized religion, or perhaps because of it, I believe in hallowed ground.  Places that make you feel more connected to the universe, yet set apart from others.

This is how I felt the first time I was brought to the piece of  land that would one day be my future home.  It was a place of mystery and seclusion that let me be who I was to the fullest extent of the laws of nature.  A place so unreal that I fully expected a pterodactyl to fly overhead at any moment.

There are places such as this for all of us who are seekers.  Even in the dismalness of Monroe, which a wise friend recently referred to as “the wankerishness of the local aura”, there are places that rise decidedly above the rest.

1. The Moon – A place so named because of it’s landscape and seclusion.  There is no formal entrance, nor is it listed in the phone book.  You just have to be brought there by someone else who wants to share it’s secrets with you.  It is a place to grow and a place to grow up.

2. The Garden at St. Alban’s – I was brought there to light the candle and tell my story.  And to listen.  To take a deep breath and to let go.

3. The Maze – The most “sinister” destination of the three, the maze is usually the first place a young seeker in Monroe is drawn to.  It’s nastiness draws us in and keeps us going back until we find other places that are less populated, more secluded, or we simply get to old and scared to climb up and under its walls.

This place, this town, this aura of local wankerishness is not as horrifying as it sometimes seems.  Where is your hallowed ground?

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Jul 23 2009

Beer, BBQ and Broadcast Radio

Category: Local GoodnessHead Bitch in Charge @ 2:42 pm

I just wanted to remind everyone to make their way out to Tenore’s tonight for their annual KEDM fundraiser.  As a long time fan/stalker of Terry Gross (of Fresh Air fame), I would encourage you to keep NPR alive in this area.   KEDM is one of the last few great things about this town and I would hate to see it go under.

So, head on out to Tenore’s tonight from 6 to 8 for a variety of beers to taste, along with the most excellent BBQ of Chef Rhoda Brown (and his Smokin Fatties).

Admission is $10.00 at the door and Rhoda has special pricing for his BBQ.

See ya there!

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