fuck live nation and really, fuck the house of blues. they suck artists and fans dry of money, and the staff is generally agro. no other venues i've worked has there been more teeth pulling and overall rude rubs from the situation as a whole. each time i step through the doors i feel the slime growing and sucking the life from my pores. scales try to form. worms try to penetrate the brain and leave trace parts of magnetic greed. they charge bands and fans ridiculous fees and hide behind wordy legal sleeze. i will likely never buy a ticket for a show at a house of blues venue or spend an honest dollar in their establishment. they are the cock of satan. that being said, the show was solid and the turn out was respectable. appreciative crowd and fun fans. some delectable. the next day was spent in ocean beach around newport avenue. thanks to martie for the suggestion and blair for letting us park the bus in front of his bungalow and roam the beach streets for a day. a hodad's hamburger, new shades, and a walk on the beach. the complete opposite of the house of blues, and i find something to redeem.
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