The Walkmen are Assholes or How I Ended Up Working Until Midnight.

Wednesday was the last day at work for a co-worker, Fuad. He invited everyone out to his favorite trendy spot, the Doug Fir. We were all sitting around the fire pit drinking beers/martinis/fancy drinks with strawberries in them when the founder of our company starting talking to these fellows who were there to film the concert that night. They were with some boutique production company out of Austin, which one, I can’t remember. Anyway, the founder ended up selling them on our camera and convinced them to have us film the concert for supplemental material to their footage.

My coworker and friend, Kevin, ended up getting roped into staying for the rest of the night and filming the concert. When he said, “I don’t know how I got roped into staying for the rest of the night and filming this concert” he turned to me and said, “you want to stay and help, right?”

Now, me being the nice person that I am, I said yes. Because really, what the hell? All I was going to do was go home and sit in my apartment alone; I may as well go to a free concert, right?

So, after this I find out the band we are filming is The Walkmen. Coincidentally earlier that day I had my music on shuffle and it kept going to The Walkmen. I haven’t listened to them in a while, but I do like them and I had thought earlier in the afternoon that I really should listen to more of them. And now here I was about to film their concert. Cool, right?

Well, once we eat, have a couple drinks, get everything set up (which by the way, if you just say you are with the crew they will let you backstage no questions asked) we go into the green room to tell the band about the camera on stage, please don’t knock it over, etc. They just stare at us and give us the evil eye. Or rather the “who the hell do you think you are to breathe my air I can’t believe I’m in this shit hole I’m a big rocker man” look. I think they may have grunted to indicate they heard the words coming out of our mouths.

So when we go to put the camera on stage before they go on I head out on stage to tape the wires down and one of the band members looks at me and says in a very stern “who the hell do you think you are get off my stage you nobody girlie” voice, “This is not a good place to be!”

Kevin and I ended up putting the camera in a shitty position, but only because we were certain if we put it anywhere else they would kick it over out of spite.

So, conclusion to the story: I stayed there sitting backstage on a cinder block until midnight when I fell asleep on said cinder block. Kevin stayed another hour after that. And I don’t like The Walkmen anymore because they were mean to me. One less fan buddy – way to go. Keep up your asshole ways and you won’t have any left!