Last night, a friend notified me that a Prince tribute was happening in Downtown Orlando. The venue was a place I attended in the past. Actually, about eight years ago, I filmed a documentary there.
I didn’t know the new people working at the place. Yet, them and the door guy were nice. The door guy asked me to leave my bag at the door. I understood the request. Somebody could be carrying a weapon in their bag. Still, because the bag contained my camera, I couldn’t leave it. After explaining my situation, I was allowed to carry my bag inside anyway. Even when the door guy checked my bag, I didn’t get pissed. I understood.
The small venue was packed. I couldn’t find a seat for nothing. Also, I apologize for standing in the server’s way.
Andrew Spear showed up. A huge Prince fan, Andrew recently painted a Prince mural at The Hideaway. The Hideaway is located on 516 Virginia Drive.
Soon, the band started playing. This was a Prince tribute, right? Guess what the first song was? “Uptown Funk” by Mark Ronson and Bruno Mars. The next song after that? “Brick House” by The Commodores.
By this time, I saw my buddy Jamey Lewis. Andrew and I were confused. Wasn’t this supposed to be a Prince tribute night?
Understand, I only planned to stay for about a half hour. That night, I was photographing for a local nightclub. I was willing to stay a little bit longer. Yet, I didn’t hear any Prince.
During “Brick House”, I left.
At the nightclub, I phone-messaged the person who notified me. She told me the band was now playing Prince. As the night went on, she messaged everyone was having a good time and the band was excellent.
Now, I hate I missed it.
Still, this is what happened on Facebook.
Fifty-six people responded to the post. They either pressed like, the laughing face or the heart.
That same post was shared.
Later on in the post, this happened.
I agree with Andrew. When you advertise a Prince tribute, people expect the first song to be a Prince song. Even if it was a Prince song I didn’t care for (like Diamonds and Pearls), I still wouldn’t have complained. Still, starting out with Bruno Mars rubbed me the wrong way. Nothing against the guy personally. Yet, because the flyer said Prince tribute, I wanted to hear Prince.
Realize, I’m being nice about it. Someone with a true ax to grind would have named the band and the venue. Then, would use words cutting the event up so bad band-member’s own mothers won’t recognize them. Yet, because folks said they had a good time, the band and venue shall remain nameless.
Still, stay true what you advertise. When folks badmouth you on social media, resist feeling butthurt. Why? Because you have no one else to blame but yourself.