A Frustrating Weekend
I was introduced to ‘flashy’ Jim by my cousin Eddie after my band endured a very frustrating weekend. I had been struggling with my small but talented rock band, but that weekend was the worst. We were scheduled to perform at a certain event, can which promised to give us at least the publicity we desperately needed and money that we were very short of.
However, it turned out that the promoter who had booked us for the performance was a fake; he was not even in charge of the event. When we arrived at the venue and inquired about our promoter and our scheduled performance time, we were met with a blank stare by a flashy promoter who seemed particularly displeased by our intrusion.
The alleged promoter was not involved in planning the event and we were not in the program. As we trudged back to our van with our instruments, we were too downcast to even discuss the event. My cousin was in town and he invited me and my band for a consolation drink after I relayed the disappointing turn of events on the phone.
The ‘real deal’
As we were drowning our sorrows with gin and tonic, my cousin tried to cheer us up with his animated chatter and all we could was to stare blankly at him. We drank until the late hours of the night because I did not want to return home early to face my sneering girlfriend. In the early hours of dawn, as we were about to leave, I noticed the same flashy promoter who had dismissed us at the event entering the bar and ordering a drink.
I remarked at the insolence of the man and Eddie turned to see who it was before his face broke into a broad smile. He signalled to the waiter to point the flashy gentleman towards our table and the man sprang to his feet and literally raced to our table. As luck would have it, the flashy promoter was a friend of my cousin.
We sat down with flashy Jim, as he was introduced, and he apologized profusely for the incident that had happened earlier that night. He lamented the scamming promoter and promised that if we agreed to ‘hook up’ with him all our problems would vanish. As our hearts warmed to his warm demeanor, he kept promising that he was the real deal when it came to promoting upcoming musicians. I even nicknamed him ‘Real Jim’.
A new alliance
Several days after this incident, we met with Real Jim in his office as agreed and we were immediately scheduled for an upcoming gig the following weekend. The first performance was very low key with a low turnout, but real Jim was very encouraging. Jim had agreed to a door split deal, where we shared the proceeds of a show on a fifty-fifty basis after expenses. After three dismal performances, Jim suggested that we should sign a one year contract with him on a fixed fee basis or guarantee.
Out of frustration, we signed the deal marking our biggest mistake. After signing the deal, Jim organised huge events which brought huge proceeds but we only got the fixed fee in the contract. It was a very long year before our contract expired and we escaped the unscrupulous alliance with Jim.
All in all, the huge gigs earned us huge publicity and our band became one of the most sought bands. At the end of the day we emerged winners even after suffering at the hands of two unscrupulous promoters.