runners are funny
So in the biz, we have these guys called runners. It seems like the idea is simple. You need something, they find it, get it and then bring it to you. They’re given a “float pack” which is a wad of cash, usually $500 or an increment thereof. It’s a new concept to me as I’m used to getting my own stuff, and kind of hate relying on other people, because usually it doesn’t work out right. These guys, however, know their business. It’s not a bad gig if you know the area ( they’re usually local to the venue) and like driving, a lot. They do everything from pick you up at the airport to getting you coffee. If trained properly, and with a bit of guidance they can even handle mundane office tasks. How freakin’ sweet. I’m starting to think I will need a raise when I get back, because I want a runner at home. For them their are the obvious benefits: They get to hang out with Rock Stars, maybe. They get their driving gas paid for and maybe a free coffee. They get fed, and during sound check they get a “private concert”, if they’re not off getting something. The best part, as I think from their perspective, is that we leave a short time after we arrive, and their normal life resumes. So to the runners I say “Thank You. I’ll have a Starbucks Chantico please”
Listening to on the stereo in my hotel room, via my new airport express : Eazy E. - (I’m in LA after all)

on March 22nd, 2005 at 09:15
I want to be a runner
on March 22nd, 2005 at 10:36
I had a runner this morning.
on March 22nd, 2005 at 12:40
I will be a Runner when you get to Glendale Arena.
Put in a good word for me.
on March 22nd, 2005 at 14:53
I say we all pitch in and make Daniel our runner. We could name him Alfredo. “Hey Alfredo, get me a coffee bitch boy!”