It usually takes a lot to rub me the wrong way. But I hit my limit tonight. The security at the festival this year was the most unhelpful rude batch I've come across in three years. As a courtesy, not because I have any interest in the band at all, I went over to the pit to snap a few pictures of Staind at the beginning of their show.

As soon as I walked up a security person walked up to me and told me to leave. I asked where Michelle, the lady who was handing out photo passes, was. She said she didn't know, and that I needed an escort. I explained that Michelle was the escort and I needed to find her. She said she didn't know and I needed to leave. I again tried to look for guidance as to how to solve my problem and she again told me to leave. So then I told her she didn't have to act like a bith. (B-i-t-h).

She most likely misundestood my web language and in turn called me a bith - but with the c. So I gave her the evil eye and a rude hand gesture and walked away. Then she told on me.

Silly lady. I was told that if the festival weren't over than I would not be allowed back in the pit. Which was laughable because I was never allowed anyway without a huge ordeal. And it almost seemed like for most security people it was just a power play, cause I would go hunt down someone who would go down to the stage and tell them to let me in. Then I would come back at the next show and they would tell me I needed an escort again. It's just silly and so not worth the hassle it to get shots of third teir grunge metal acts.

So, this may well be my last foray into covering the BSMF. It's really not worth the trouble. The lineup is laughable, the hoops I've had to jump through in the mud have been degrading, and having to constantly argue with security so that I can do my job is totally ridiculous.

Last night when I was kicked out of the back stage area during Huey Lewis and the News , I started to argue with the guy but then stopped in mid-sentence and instead said,"You know what? I don't really care." Then I turned on my heel, slipped and busted my knee open. I sure showed him!

Today I heard from a reliable source that Huey agreed to do press after his performance. But no one showed up.

After 'The Incident" I was about to come back here and make one last post that said:

Screw BSMF! I'm goin' home! (Cartman Voice)

But, for you, my readers, I made one last sacrifice of my valuable time and made my way down to the Autozone stage to catch the only worthwhile reason to come downtown this weekend:

James Brown

Ok,

Screw BSMF, I'm going to the Ponderosa Stomp pre-party at the Hitone!

More tomorrow, or if I am fired from the CA tomorrow, just check my blog for the info:

Rachelandthecity