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[QUOTE="piledriver:521889"]Hotel? Ha ha ha!!! Dude, we were in Montreal at the Katecombes for last call-till-sunrise party action with Janick and her girls! No, sadly, we forgot about you HOURS before that...Ha ha ha!!! Some of you piss-ant punk/diy promoters are really something! We try to support the small time guys, and this is how we're treated... Robin, from before we even arrived you knew you were in breach of contract and you were scared shitless before we even pulled up to the venue... then you ran from us for three hours while we tried to work it out with you... (during which we went up the block to set up a gig at the Middle East, just in case we wouldn't be playing so we would still soon be serving it up soon for our Boston area fans) you heard third-hand exaggerated claims of our 'threats' which were nothing but quips and jokes in our internal band venting... we then chased you down as you yakked on your cell phone to say that if you could come up with $200 for gas n' shit, we would go on... but, no... you couldn't stay in one spot long enough to listen... you ran around like a headless chicken, calling the cops on us, for what... third-hand BULLSHIT??? Seriously, Robin! How many words were actually exchanged face to face between you and us??? Let's see... YOU:"There's no dressing-room... no-motel... no-money. US: "What? What? What? This is fucked, you signed a contract. We're going outside to discuss this". Mascara-Doughboy(and yeah... I know I'm the fattest of the fat... takes one to know one, ya know...): "Hey, you can't have ten names on the guest list" US: "Um, we don't have a guestlist... -grabbing sharpie and blotting out names- we don't know anyone in Boston... goddammit, where's ROBIN?" Again, we chased you around while you yakked on your cellphone, trying to tell you we'd play for $200 bucks gas money... then you're running up the freakin' block! Then you call the COPS and have us removed from the venue. What... doncha have a big brother to fight yer battles? Yer mommy perhaps? Our were they too busy making you a little sister to hand your clothes down to??? Now, in this very forum, after not being professional enough to honor your own signature in a business venture, let alone possessing the testosterone to man up and enter into civil discussion to arrive at a fair compromise to save the deal, not to mention saving face for your ownself, you DARE to make PUBLIC THREATS ("PILEDRIVER I'M COMING FOR YOU")... you shoulda been careful whatcha wished for cuz you got it, u lil' bitch!!! When I see you, we'll dance, I promise... ask anyone, I always back MY word with deed... and you've made it public... how could I deny? 'Twouldst be my pleasure my pretty little plaything to render you your fate... till next we meet!!!!!!! (n.b. ...pour les connaisseurs... on va passer vers Sherbrooke avec Eutanazia dans quelque semaines... vien, vien, on va jaser...) [/QUOTE]
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