Breakout's Back Again

Without a doubt, the most annoying thing about putting on a night is the fact that you have to promote it. I just want to be able to spin some tunes in front of a packed room full of dancing, cheering, adoring half-naked women without any effort. Is that so much to ask?

Of course, the most important promotion for any night is word of mouth, especially that which comes off the back of a successful night. We're going to be relying on that heavily for next Thursday's event, mainly because I know full well that a large section of our crowd don't go out, or can't be here on a school-night. Still, it's freshers' week at Bristol Uni so we're hoping for an influx of fresh meat to bump up the crowd.

Meanwhile, Bevan & I (as Left Hand Skratch) have a gig on Saturday at the Black Swan. It's the opening slot, 10-11.30, warming up for a gabba techno night. We'll be leaving at 11:31.

Did I say "Half-naked women"?

Anyway, it's not the word-of-mouth side of promotion that's getting my goat. After all, with the wonders of modern technology I can text, blog and email from the comfort of my rocking chair.

No. It's the fact that I have to waste four or five of my evenings in the fortnight before the event driving around the back streets of Bristol sticking up posters which will probably only be glanced at by 2% of the passers by before they're ripped down by some vigilante old gimmer with a comb over and a rusted old bicycle who thinks they're "bringing down the image of the neighbourhood".



Maybe he's got a point.