Fucking Sam Donaldson got me kicked out of first class on a flight from LA when I was 14.
Peter Berg snubbed me at a going away party for a mutual friend, but to be fair I was drunk and 16. His wife was really sweet though.
Ran lights for Bill Cosby twice and while his rider asked for lots of catering and satellite coverage of the NCAA finals, he never said a word to crew and only spent 5 min in the green room before / after his set before leaving for the hotel.
They aren’t “famous” but running sound for body building competitions gets you in the company of a lot of shitty prima donnas who are oiled up, stink of menthol, and go into roid rage at the drop of a hat.
Fucking Sam Donaldson got me kicked out of first class on a flight from LA when I was 14.
Peter Berg snubbed me at a going away party for a mutual friend, but to be fair I was drunk and 16. His wife was really sweet though.
Ran lights for Bill Cosby twice and while his rider asked for lots of catering and satellite coverage of the NCAA finals, he never said a word to crew and only spent 5 min in the green room before / after his set before leaving for the hotel.
They aren’t “famous” but running sound for body building competitions gets you in the company of a lot of shitty prima donnas who are oiled up, stink of menthol, and go into roid rage at the drop of a hat.