Words will never describe how much I despise Sam Phillips.

How he manipulated the artists who were signed to Sun. That his words, no matter how wrong, were upheld by music writers and are still echoed today.

How he carried himself as if he were some sort of God, and how fans Sun history speak of him as though he was.

That the artists signed to Sun, like Carl, John, Roy, and Jerry Lee, speaking well of him is as a justification. They said, they owe everything to him, so he mustn’t be allthat bad. Yet they’ll overlook the power dynamic he had with them. Him being the adult in the room, having the money, and control that boarded on abuse.

It’s embarrassing that anyone would defend Sam. Turn the tables, as he would. Bring up things the artists signed to Sun did, to justify his mistreatment of them. It’s always gross when people choose to defend an abuser.

What I truly hate Sam for is what he’s cultivated. He knew, standing on his failed ventures, the renewed interest for Sun artists was his chance. At forging a new legacy for himself. The grandiose delusion that pressing a record button made him better than everyone. Including the person, who’s talents he was recording. The lie he cultivated, his legacy, that’s well and thriving to this day.

That’s some of why I despise him.

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Today I learned that Van Halen have that rider in their contract about “a bowl of M&Ms with all the brown ones removed” in order to know at a glance if the promoter read the entire contract.  And the reason they do THAT is because they once had a stage collapse because a promoter hadn’t read the proper way to set up all the specific technical stuff.

So if the band goes in the dressing room or catering and sees brown M&Ms, they know they have to double-check the stage setup for safety.

I heard about this on Freakonomics Radio.  Turns out the bit about no brown M&Ms is HUGE, in BIG font, bold, underlined and quotated like they’re on the Group W Bench.

The band was all, “We have fifty-pound lights hanging over our heads and fire being shot out of cannons.  We had to know whether they read our safety regs so we didn’t flamebroil any roadies.”

interesting how this has become a meme in the music industry about divas. i’ve always heard jokes that amount to “this stuck up celebrity hates the green gummy bears!! they’re refusing to perform just for that???” and its reading stuff like this that i realise how that joke might have come about. people get grumpy that the band refuses to play but cant admit its because THEY’RE incompetent, so they make it all about the M&Ms. another example of artists using a creative method to ensure they have a perfectly reasonable request fulfilled that is then bastardised by lazy people who wanna make money off them. 

…this is like the music industry version of hearing the truth behind the McDonalds hot coffee lawsuit

The way David Lee Roth told it on his radio, it wasn’t that they had the stage *collapse* as such. They were playing at a college basketball arena and there were instructions in the contract on padding the stage supports so the arena floor would not be damaged, but the stage was not set up with the pads under the supports, and the weight of the stage caused it to sink about a half inch into the floor, so the whole floor had to be redone at some ridiculous cost, and they were expected to pay for it. Which they pointed out wasn’t their problem, the guys setting up the stage had done it wrong. (As with many touring bands of the time, they had two stages - one went ahead to the next locale so it would be ready to go when they arrived, so it was usually locals setting up the stage rather than their own crew.) They also had a problem at another arena where the power supply was insufficient to run their light rig, and they blew a breaker and were plunged into darkness right when Roth was jumping off the drum riser to start the show. (Fortunately they had pads down in his intended landing area so he was not injured, but it was still scary.) So they put the M&Ms thing in to check if people were actually reading the contract and all riders, and as he put it, “If we went in and there were brown M&Ms in the bowl, we might trash the dressing room a little bit and refuse to go onstage, and meanwhile *our* crew would be checking everything out to make sure it was safe.”

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