Washington DC is where dreams die.

Look now. I'm tired! I'm only one man. Dammit! Putting on a shows is not easy. Especially, by yourself. The constant promotion. The flyers you need to print. The constant web blasts and eblasts and twitter updates can wear you out.

All I ever wanted to do was put on a show, here and there, to promote talent and show the area we live in that there are lots of talented people in your own back yard. Why is that so difficult? Yesterday, at my latest show, I did something I never thought I'd do. I had to cut an artist off because we were out of time. I've been in that situation! I know what that's like. You want to put your heart and soul in to your performance and someone has to be the dick and get you off the stage like the clown at the Apollo! I'm fucking mad at myself for even putting one my friends through the same situation. It was embarrassing and poorly plan on my part. I'm sorry!

When you have jerk sound guys giving you a hard time about a novice band that wants to jam with you for free, time restrictions no one tells you about, and security and fire marshal issues that you don't know exist until you get to the show you can get a little irritated. On the outside, everyone said it seemed like a nice show. But, I know it was a mess and shouldn't have been that way. When you've got late performers and DJ's and people asking for special favors that are out of your control it makes you go a little crazy. Thank you to all the acts that were not trouble-makers.

Someone last night told me not to look so irritated because if you look annoyed it can bring down the whole crowd. As for everyone that came. Thank you! These events I put together are getting better and I'm trying to fix what doesn't work. Some people just can't always make it. I understand that my friends have lives and they always claim that they're busy. I understand them. My frustration is with the people who don't know me. People in the metro area that love music but turn their nose at a five, fucking, dollar cover charge. SERIOUSLY! One jumbo slice pizza's worth of money isn't worth three hours of entertainment? If I had it my way, the event would be free, but the club wants to make money. Seriously...

I mean, the majority of the people that performed were very professional and they really rocked the crowd, but show some love for your people! Stop playing Gucci Mane and Soulja Boy. Wale doesn't even get love in his own city! You would rather go to some big club and listen to bad music with a $20 cover and overpriced, watered-down rail drinks than come to a show with live performances and music that isn't top 40's only! Seriously. What is up? What am I missing? The boujieness of stuck up women. The dress code designed to make you conformed and strip away any glimpse of originality you may have had, gone when you don't wear what everyone else it wearing.

I'm not sure I can do these shows anymore. Its too much for one person. Come on DMV! stop proving the rest of the country right. Washington DC is where dreams die.