Our buddy Deep Pockets is what we in the biz call a man on the inside. He’s always either doing or at some thing that we got way too jaded for long, long ago. But actually being at things has one benefit: You overhear things. And man o man, does this motherfucker have some big ears. Read on for a slice of that wonderful thing we call “networking.”

So, I’m waiting in the lobby at the TLA Tuesday at the sold-out Ray Lamontagne show. I needed to pick up tix from will call, but the dude was off pissing, or something, for like 5 minutes.
Anyway, while i’m waiting, some yappy little spitfire chick in a Jamiroquai hat is talking to the rock-looking doorguy (nice enough bloke, looks like a less troublesome version of Jamie from 3-4-10s). Turns out he’s a singer-songwriter with a new record coming, she’s afiliated with World Cafe Live in some capacity - talent buyer, asst. talent buyer, marketing intern, who knows? She talks like she took a rock and roll networking class at the Art Institute. Anyway, the suck & fuck fest was on.

More delicious hatin’ after the jump.

She turns to her two friends (also involved with World Cafe Live) and tells them about Rock And Roll Doorman:
“Oh my GOD, He’s SOOOO GOOOD, HONEST. I saw him at the Pontiac last week.”
Then they all go back and forth.
Doorman - do you know so and so??
Chick - Oh, I Love so and so.

Chick - You really need to play World Cafe Live, maybe we can put a showcase together?
Doorguy - Yeah I talked to Libby Wisentraub (made up name) about that…

Chick - Oh, you know Lizzie (sic)?? I love Lizzie!! She ROCKS!

As Rock And Roll Doorguy is hawking his wares (he asks the chicks if they have e-mail addresses, and says he’ll be `online as of thursday,’ whatever that means), XPN listeners are skating right into the TLA with all manner of
weapons, open bottles of liquor and crack-cocaine. Not really, but that woulda been sweet.

Dude is playing at North Star this Saturday, I think.

-DP

This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 19th, 2005 at 9:37 am.