Fuck Today (Part 1)

I’ve just had a large job go south in kind of a spectacular fashion and it’s time to vent a bit.

A few months ago, an Aging Rockstar (let’s call him David St. Hubbins) I do lots of work for calls me up, tells me I’ll be designing the stages for his upcoming world tour, and tells me exactly how I’ll be designing them. I explain to David that while I’ve done stage sets, it’s been in collaboration with stage managers, light designers, etc, and that I’ve got no clue how to do a major world tour set, but I’m happy to do a few Photoshop renders of his idea to pass along to people who know what they’re doing. Sure, he says. So I do so. He loves them. We refine them bit by bit and he tells me the band’s signed off and it’s time to manufacture.

I remind David that I know zero about manufacturing or hanging or engineering stage sets. “Sure you do, it’s fine, get it done,” he tells me. Okay, so I find a manufacturer, work out how it’ll be hung and staged, get a budget, and engineer the thing. Along the way, David mentions that his ‘lighting guy’ wants to chat. So I give his ‘lighting guy’ a call.

Turns out his ‘lighting guy’ is a professional stage designer with 40 (!) years of experience who is on David’s staff, and is rightfully a bit taken aback to find out that a dork with zero knowledge of stage design has been doing his job behind his back. He tells me my designs are a bit challenging but he’ll make them work, just give him a few days.

Two days later I get a call from David. The stage designer told him I was a moron with shit designs. They fired me on the spot, stopped answering my emails and calls, and I have no idea how the upcoming tour will look. But I’m fascinated.


Holy shit. That is terrible. I hope you got compensated and it wasn’t ‘for exposure’.


Not a penny. My initial work was all a big lead-up to getting in contact with the stage manager to get a contract signed. But as I was let go before that happened, and none of my work was used, I was offered two tickets to a show as compensation for my time. It was a bit of a gamble for a very large payoff that didn’t work out.


But you’d done lots of work for the guy in the past, so it wasn’t a crazy gamble under the circumstances.

My guess is that he was trying to do it on the cheap for some reason, and because you let the cat out of the bag, the other guy threw a hissy fit and insisted it was him or you, so of course it was you (Last In-First Out).


I think you’re half right. Knowing this guy, I think what happened was that his staff stage designer suggested a pretty boring but easily-built and affordable design, and rather than say no and risk antagonizing him, the client went behind his back and had me draw up his (pretty unrealistic, to be fair) idea, figuring that he could eventually get his two designers to chat and, being Creative Guys, we’d hug and smile and he’d see my brilliant work and be amazed!

Instead, the guy most definitely threw a hissy fit and threatened to quit if they didn’t use his design, so it was him or me.


Do you think you still have a chance (or desire) to work with him in the future? If not, why not use his real name?


Insomnia two nights in a row. :tired_face:


In fact, I’m already working on a new project for him, or to be specific, for his management (under a contract). As to why I’d use a pseudonym for him, well, I know better than to be a gossip monger, frankly. And besides, how do you know I’m not actually speaking of Spinal Tap?


Was it the Stonehenge design that got you kicked off the project?


You have no idea how much I wanted to send a big Stonehenge as a joke. But I didn’t think the client would appreciate it.


I’m sure Mr Bono would have seen the funny side.


I believe his formal name would be Mr Vox.


Well… I don’t think any of this is your fault, for sure. clearly, aging rock star isn’t communicating with his employees and needs to do a better job of that.

Sorry, though, cause that all sucks!


I declare 2016 worst year ever:


Oh, no. She was too young!


A lot younger than I would have said, definitely. Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil was what, 20+ years ago? We saw her show in 2011, and she was excellent. Very funny.


I read the obit and it said it was thought she was 59. She could have shaved a few years off, but I always thought she was slightly older than Kevin Spacey and John Cusack (even though Cusack is seven years younger than Spacey).


That sucks. Sometimes that’s all you can say. Be well, I hope.


It’s my anniversary today. Time for a metric boatload of Wilco and old photographs.


I’m sorry… hopefully some good music will help.