There’s exactly less than 10 hours left until set-up for Beats on the Banks (RUPA’s now annual concert series) ft. Joey Bada$$, A$AP Ferg, and Ab-Soul begins!
For the past month, I’ve been shamelessly and obsessively promoting Beats on the Banks SO MUCH that the “4” key on my laptop is wearing out thanks to all the $$$$ I’ve been typing. This will most likely be the first and last time I see that many dollar signs. Anyway, I must say it is quite rewarding to see an event that you’ve been planning for months in advance, finally come.
In terms of preparation, we (Concerts & Coffeehouses committee of RUPA) have been hustling the entire week in order to get things prepared for the concert on Thursday, September 26th. Aside from making detailed, down-to-the-minute “Day of Show” timelines, we’ve also had to deal with media requests, volunteer assignments, and the most important part: getting food.
No matter how down-to-earth an artist is, without good food, he/she WON’T be happy, and understandably so because nobody likes to be hangry (hungry + angry = hangry). This is why we take care of both catering (the artist’s actual meal) AND the hospitality rider, which is basically a (usually long, but not always) list of requests by the artist. Requests range from “2 loaves of wheat bread” and “Orange Juice with specifically SOME PULP” to “white POLO shirts, size L” and “white boxers, size 34.” So far, the hospitality riders I’ve dealt with thus far have also requested copious amounts of alcohol (an artist recently requested Hennessy) and basic grocery-list items. However, as much as we want to make sure the artist has fun, we cannot provide them alcohol due to liability issues; they’ll have to rely on the Wii we set up in their dressing room for entertainment.
Because that list of requests is sent to every venue in which the artists performs at, 9 times out of 10 we get to keep whatever they don’t touch. Personally, for the show tomorrow, I called dibs on the big jar of Nutella if the artist chooses not to eat it. I will admit though that I willingly took and ate an open bag of Tostitos given to me by the lead singer of Mayday Parade; I’m sure I consumed the entire band’s germs.
Even with everything prepared, packed, and ready to go, I still can’t help but feel a little bit anxious. Here’s hoping I get that jar of Nutella.