I think the first major event I did security for was The Majestic Complex's attempt at a fest called Fucking Awesome Fest. Great bands, poor planning which is kinda weird cause Black Christmas (Black Iris Booking) is set-up the same way with multiple stages and different kinds of rock bands playing. Fucking Terrible Fest, or so we called it, never really took off. It was pretty exciting to be working there so I didn't really care what they scheduled me for, so long as they told me I was scheduled for shit. They were known for scheduling stuff they changing it and not telling anyone. Fucking Awesome Fest was three days and I remember enjoying myself and meeting a few girls in the process. Not every event there was always fun. For example, a lot of the younger hardcore bands brought a lot of young, dumb kids around. In "tough guy hardcore", everyone thinks or feels as though they are king kong and the rest of us are simply natives to be ripped in half and/or tossed around and eventually destroyed. Often times, it was the youngest kids who wanted to fight and put up a fight while being kicked out. My friend, Jason, taught me what a "meat sled" was at one of these shows: basically you would kick the person's legs out from under them, straddle them, and ride them down the stairs. As barbaric and dangerous as that was, it was effective. Other times, we had to get creative like grabbing people by the throat and dragging them down the stairs (28 stairs to be exact.)
Working at "The Stick" was definitely my introduction to violence and self defense but nothing could have prepared me for what was to be known as "Hot Boyz events". This changed everything I knew about gay, black men. Excuse me, thug as fuck gay, black men. In the african-american community, it is very much a taboo to be gay. The term "down low" is often used in describing homosexual activity. There was nothing "down low" about this shit…unless of course you are discussing the multiple double blow jobs we would have to break up in the bathroom. These events could only be held in The Majestic Theatre (the location of Houdini's final performance, also held about 2000 people). About half the crowd was what you might call "flaming" and the other half looked like extras from Boyz In The Hood. I shit you not. The first time around, the production company hosting said events asked the venue to do drink specials, one of which was a pitcher…a fucking pitcher or long island iced tea. Between that and whatever these dudes drank before they got there, we were stepping around puke like they were land mines. The events also had a VIP section on stage, which was fucking ridiculous, but these people wanted to be seen so they paid extra to make sure that happened. The few times I worked these events, I would gladly accept bribes that were sometimes in the excess of $50-100 per person. The VIP section was no different. The first night I worked this event, I was standing on stage, checking out the two straight girls that came when I heard what sounded like a gallon of water hit the stage. No, it was this Deebo looking' motherfucker just spraying the stage down with vomit. Liquor soaked vomit. I say that because I could smell it from 30 feet away. This guy stands up, wipes his mouth off, and continues to drink his pitcher of long island iced tea. This shit was unreal. There were a few times where there would be a show next door in "The Stick" and bands would ask what's going on next door. After telling them, even with uber-macho hardcore and metal bands, you would always get one band guy asking "So can I check it out". One time, I totally caught a band person, near the back of the stage, making out with someone they had just met. It wasn't weird after a while but still so surprising, especially with bands that used the word "fag" in their lyrics.
Then there we "Funk Nights". This got interesting and sad all at once. When this "after hours event" became something the general dumbfuck could attend, it stopped being about really solid DJs spinning strictly 7" funk/rare-soul records. It became what we all know as a "shit show". "Funk Night" used to be held at the CAID and was moved, after some legal issues -- someone kept calling the police on them wherever they booked the event, to The Majestic Theatre. A busy night was once 300 people. That turned into 2k+ once people started catching on. The captain of this funky ship, Frank Raines, and the soon to be house band, Will Session, were always the most enjoyable part of the evening. I would be lying if I said the girls and confiscating shit didn't have its perks. Dumb kids, newbies to partying, would try to sneak 5ths of liquor in. One kid even tried stuffing a liter down his pants. Drugs were typical: everything from weed to heroin and a few designer drugs to shake things up. If we confiscated liquor, we always stashed it in the same place so everyone could make a drink. One particular night, I'm pretty sure we had more liquor backstage then one of the bars in the Majestic theatre did. Because not too many of the security guards did anything besides smoke weed, confiscating acid, coke, meth, Molly, ecstasy, and speed always brought a smile to some of our faces. We would have security meetings before and after these events. The meeting after was usually to discuss who got blown and to divvy up the shit we confiscated. That shit was like the New York stock exchange of vices. Deals were made, goods exchanged. It was a very cosmopolitan way to trade the things we could get in trouble for. Everything was thrown on a table and opening bids were made. Even now, I can still remember people arguing over the cocaine (I wasn't one of them, I swear.) FNGs (fucking new guys) would come and go, one time I remember one kid had never worked or even been to a rave and his first night doing security was a dub step event in the theatre. I was there with my then-girlfriend, selling medibles and having drinks. I remember someone walking past with eyes as wide as silver dollars. I was told their were dosed with some mushrooms and it "wasn't sitting well" with him. There were those nights when we would catch kids selling drugs in the bathroom and, being the smartasses that we were, we would confiscate the drugs then sell them back to the kid for double the price then bust all of the people that person sold to then instructed the kid that he owed us money before he left. I believe they call that extortion. For whatever reason, we wouldn't be allowed to cash our checks the following day so combat this issue, especially at sold out shows, we would sneak people in through the back for $10+ more than the cover price or sometimes a flat rate of $20. The night someone was caught doing this, they made $400+, just to give you some frame of reference. A lot of these nights made or broke some one's night. One particular techno event was especially interesting. Besides, busting girls giving dudes rough hand jobs in the crowd and breaking up a fight in the lobby before you entered the event, I found a blackberry. Nothing weird about that, right? Well to find the owner, I turned the phone on and checked the text messages. The very first one I saw seemed like it was from a friend. 'Hey, a friend of mine said they found you on the stairs crying and they said it looked like you pissed yourself. text me back, Chelsea.' There we those kids who would come to these events and having taken drugs at home in the backseats of their friend's cars, these youngin's felt they were ready to be in a large crowd with much louder music blaring. Wrong. The first time I found some kid wandering around the parking lot, beyond fucked up on drugs, calling out his parent's name wouldn't be the last time I saw people lose all sense of reality and revert back to an almost infant like state of being. In one way, I laughed but it another it tore me up inside. Watching people, kids of all things, slowly destroying their minds simply because they wanted to have fun was hard. I remember some nights I would get so upset that if the slightest issue came up, everyone would get kicked out. I had earned that reputation of having an absolute "zero tolerance policy", especially with guys. I eventually moved onto Saint Andrews, where you kinda had to care a little more about how you reacted towards unruly customers. Because I was such a "fan-boy" of some bands that played at the Majestic Complex, even if I wasn't doing the load-in, I was there early to maybe catch a glimpse of a band member or as was the case with Matt Pike from Sleep/High On Fire and Daniel Lanois who, amongst other things, co-wrote songs on U2's legendary Joshua Tree, I would have the chance to sit next to people at one of the two bars I was usually at (Majestic Cafe where most bands ate food or The Garden Bowl where cool people did shots in the middle of the day.) One of those times where it worked out in my favor, Triptykon and 1349 were playing in The Majestic Theatre. They needed loaders but didn't ask any. Naturally I jumped at the chance to do the load-in with their tour manager and certain band members including Tom Warrior who was one of the founding members of the super fucking amazing/legendary Celtic Frost. After the load-in and many thanks, Tom came up to me and shook my hand. It always made the shows better when you had that human experience with bands people. I think one of the greatest catastrophes was the Odd Future show in the Majestic Theatre. While we had people get shot, beat up, robbed, raped, or injured in some unfortunate way, what went down was truly sad. As I understand it, some people had an issue with Odd Future (rumor was most of their shows were ending in fights, brawls, small riots etc). Thankfully enough we live in a day and age where everyone is now a field reporter with video capabilities on their phones. One of the emcees said something that got a rise out of the crowd, so much so that someone threw a bottle on stage. After that, it was pretty much a melee. After several text messages and whatnot, I was informed that a certain manager decided to open doors from the Majestic Cafe into The Majestic Theatre.
The Theatre wasn't severing glass per the warning that there might be several incidences. The Cafe was serving glass so it was easy to bring the "glass grenades" to the party. All of this is a video on Youtube. Think I'm lying, look it up. Look out for my buddy Ryan chasing a kid off stage and falling into the crowd. Crazy shit.
There were wholesome moments of being a security guard. The look of joy when you give someone a setlist of their favorite band, arranging meetings, getting friends on stage, etc. Those are the moments that make me glad that I have been a security guard for roughly 10 years.