I’m really on a rejection kick lately but I was remembering how I sent our first album to the Cutting Room (because back then, you almost always had to send an actual CD, very few bookers had emails).
A week or two later, right after band rehearsal, we were walking to a nearby diner and I noticed I had voicemail.
I listened to this fawning message from the female booker saying how she’d love to have us play there, how she wanted us to play a Saturday and they were going to do a lot of promotion. How we sounded like Radiohead.
[Disclaimer – we do not sound like Radiohead. But even though this comparison should have been a red flag to us, it wasn’t because we’ve been compared to Portishead several times. We do not sound like them either. Both bands are amazing but these comparisons do not make any sense.]
But there was another message from her.
“Oh, I’m sorry, that message was for another band. Please call me back. We can schedule you for another time, uh, work something out.”
Of course, Ben wanted us to pretend that we never received the second message. I can’t remember if he called her back doing just that but I have this memory (fantasy) that he did.
However, I think we just never called her back. Because fuck her. Needless to say we never played the Cutting Room.