Playing Outside The Box

I headed to The Mod Club on College St. Saturday night to hear The Box Tiger play an early show. Upon arrival, chaos reigned. The club did not have the band on their schedule that night. In fact, a Burlesque festival was happening inside (as could be seen by a number of scantily clad ladies with nipple tassles smoking outside on the patio.) The band had no idea what was going on and the promoter could not be found or reached by phone. Meanwhile, fans, friends, and family were showing and milling around in confusion. Luckily, everything was sorted out and they finally played after the peek-a-boo show, though a few hours later than expected.

But I've been thinking that, under different circumstances, this scenario would make a great cover story for a compulsive liar and narcissist. Tell your friends to show up to your "gig". The club wouldn't know who you are. The non-existent promoter could not, of course, be located. Buy a few beers to unruffle some feathers, and you can spend the evening being the center of attention and sympathy. Pretty good emotional scam and can be done on the cheap. Not that I'm the kind of person who would scheme that sort of thing. Ahem.