So if you look over on the right side of the blog you'll see that I'm helping to organize and promote a couple of shows on the same day - one in Bellingham, and one in Seattle. I'm working with my friend Alicia from Make Believe Productions to make it awesome. Last night she called me to ask if it was okay if New Crompton, the house venue hosting the show, could add an opening act. As far as I'm concerned the more the merrier, plus the greater the draw. Plus the music is good, and it's last Seattle show for Real Live Tigers, the opening act in question..After I got off the phone with Alicia, I sent a text message to my friend Killorn. Killorn is a graphic designer who had offered to make a poster for the show earlier in the day.
Hey is it too late to bug you? I need a poster for real cuz the lineup changed.
But Killorn didn't write back right away, so I resolved to wait until the next morning to call her. At 7:30am, Killorn texted back.
? Who are u
The vibration woke me up. I was groggy. People lose phone numbers all the time, so I replied:
Matt Garman. Good morning
She quickly shot back: Don't know u good morn bye
me: Yes you do. Jesus
K: Whats he got to do with it? ...what lineup what poster?
me: I am going back to sleep now. Check yr facebook inbox.
But I didn't go back to sleep. I started waking up more. It dawned on me that I had transferred Killorn's number by hand when I got a new handset. I had also not been in phone-to-phone contact with Killorn in a long, long time. In fact, the number she posts on her web site was different... oh shit.
I dont have one suit fuckin with me please thank u
I didn't reply. I knew I had the wrong person now. I deleted the number from Killorn's entry in my phone, and started looking at the internet, because I was well awake.
By the way since u know me whats my name?
Okay I'm sure this person will leave me alone before too long.
U tel me to look at my face book if i know u why would i need to look at my facebook does that not strike u as odd since u just called me cuz ?
Good God. A few moments later, he calls. I don't answer, and he leaves me a message:
"Hey I've got the poster ready with the new lineup. Let me know when you want to meet."
Whaaat? Okay this is getting weird. I delete the message.
What time do u wan2 meet to get the poster?
At this point I am getting fucking annoyed. Plus, I loathe abbreviated textspeak. (Same with instant messaging.) Type out the whole word please. Speakie English. I decide against my better judgment and finally respond.
Stop
True to form, he says: Who the fuck r u
and then: I hav gotten to much bullshit like urs on my phond lately i will stop but dont pul this bullshit about how i know u wen ur just fuckin wit me
Holy shit.
me: It's called a wrong number. Move on.
I dont think so but i wil
me: Think what you want. You were right. I don't know you. It is a wrong number. Thanks again for waking me up.
And that was that. WTF. After a little while I did fall back asleep, making it not a total loss. Yeesh.
ps: I spoke to Killorn after I woke up, and she whipped up a flier within hours that totally kicks ass. It's the one with the 3-D rasslers over there. We all live happily ever after. The End?
