Tucson Disappointment

[jsandr1]

 
Purvis, I do agree that it was taken a step too far when he said that considered asking for a refund.  I'm trying to see it from his point of view.  There's a band that you like enough to go see.  They happen to be hyped as one of the best live acts out there right now but when you go to their show, for you, it fails to meet your expectations.  I can see stating your disappointment and seeing if others agree but yeah...

Can I offer my take? Let's say the same scenario is in place, really hyped and you've got years and years of top-notch live sound under your belt. What you get is a venue that doesn't know how to properly amplify this band and the entire show has you tensing because it's just not sounding the way it should. The venue and the live sound team have taken away from your experience, and I feel like, in cases where it's mainly a venue's fault for a band not being able to deliver the goods, a refund is a perfectly reasonable consideration. Especially when they're carrying bands worth hearing. They really don't have to care much, because they've already gotten their money for the show, especially when the name of the venue pulls a band towards it. Complaints change things when they're justified. I have no problem seeing how this one is.

I mentioned it in another thread where I reviewed the Tucson show.

The sound at the Rialto was pretty damn good considering the extreme dynamic shift in MMJ's music... not to mention they've been working w/ a totally revamped soundsystem. Now, the sound was nowhere near the perfection of Bonnaroo's Grade A+ sound, but it was also not even remotely close to being as bad as this dude's made it out to be... a refund? for that show??? jesus...

if you want to hear a bad sound system and poor sound overall... check out the marquee theater in Tempe... they definitely have some issues there.

[easy way]

"And why does it look like the unicorn has lockjaw??"...

Now that's some funny shit...I love this place!!!  ;D

[odatat]

Wow I thought this post would of died out by now. :-/i Just have to say again that I was right behind this guy and yes they were having a few poblems seams like with Jims mike .On one or two songs the mike was not on when Jim started to wail. Hardy noticeable.This guy looked like he had cotton in his ears,was to old to stand up for the two hour plus show anyway.What do people in the "biz" know about Rock & Roll anyway.. ;)Great show MMJ AND PLEASE COME BACK SOON :D :D Check out the recording of the Phx.Marquee the night before, fantastic sound. I was blessed to be at that show also ,right behind the recording mikes, the echo of the hall with the reverb sweet!!

[bowl of soup]

Actually I totally understand where this guy is coming from.  In the summer of 94 I worked for a lawn sevice and I did nothing but weed eat for eight fucking hours a day.  For several years following that summer, no matter where I went or what I did, they only thing I could see when I looked out the window was poorly trimmed grass and overgrown lawns.  It drove me crazy.  I didn't notice the beauty of the trees, or the amazing sunsets, the flowers, or the hills.  Just the goddam grass!   I just wanted to leave and not look at it.  Then finally one day, I said, "fuck the grass."  I came here to have a good time with my friends and relax.

This is my dream.  I see him, that guy in the back of the '88 Ford F 350 King Cab.  He lost the bet and now he must rest among the downed palm fronds and ant-ridden detritus of Mr. Smith's lawn.  But he doesn't care.  He knows better.  He'll go to that next lawn and wack those weeds; he'll wack 'em good.  And he'll get back in that truck and do it again.

At the end of the day he'll take a hit or two on that one-hitter he's had in his pocket all day.  He'll go home and watch an old episode of the Simpsons, drink 6 to 10 buds, pass out and smile.  More weeds tomorrow.  He knows more than me.

[ycartrob]

Actually I totally understand where this guy is coming from.  In the summer of 94 I worked for a lawn sevice and I did nothing but weed eat for eight fucking hours a day.  For several years following that summer, no matter where I went or what I did, they only thing I could see when I looked out the window was poorly trimmed grass and overgrown lawns.  It drove me crazy.  I didn't notice the beauty of the trees, or the amazing sunsets, the flowers, or the hills.  Just the goddam grass!   I just wanted to leave and not look at it.  Then finally one day, I said, "fuck the grass."  I came here to have a good time with my friends and relax.

This is my dream.  I see him, that guy in the back of the '88 Ford F 350 King Cab.  He lost the bet and now he must rest among the downed palm fronds and ant-ridden detritus of Mr. Smith's lawn.  But he doesn't care.  He knows better.  He'll go to that next lawn and wack those weeds; he'll wack 'em good.  And he'll get back in that truck and do it again.

At the end of the day he'll take a hit or two on that one-hitter he's had in his pocket all day.  He'll go home and watch an old episode of the Simpsons, drink 6 to 10 buds, pass out and smile.  More weeds tomorrow.  He knows more than me.

I hear ya; there's something to be said about knowing you'll leave it all on the field, and pick it back up tomorrow, or Monday.

[axround3r]

this post made my night ;D