<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087047</id><updated>2011-10-09T10:48:22.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CXB's Prison Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayorcxb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayorcxb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Touching You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774875454073574950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37087047.post-116321086543559803</id><published>2006-11-10T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:42:37.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[wherein our author can't turn his back on scumbags; he fights bullshit and injustice b/c it's in his DNA like homosexuality is in Mayor Bloomberg's] [sheesh... that's a joke!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Stand Up NY the sleaziest comedy club in NYC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAYNE RADA is the biggest prick in New York!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by CXB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and stormy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, it was a very balmy November evening.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had just been onstage for the Andy Kaufman Awards semi-finals at the slimiest comedy club I’ve ever been in. (Which, of course, is saying a lot, since most patrons AND performers despise the sub-mafioso-isms of all comedy clubs, with their bringer shows, drink and food minimums, and so on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For example, all rock clubs have a far greater overhead,—sound, lights, equipment backlines, etc----yet few charge drink minimums on top of an admission charge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was rushing to go perform at another show, because I was late, Stand Up NY manager WAYNE RADA came after me, grabbing me by my shoulder bag, and demanded I pay my “tab” of zero drinks and zero food items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said there was a $15 admission charge that I had to pay, DESPITE ME BEING IN THE SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how many of you have seen anything this slimy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve performed at hundreds of venues, in NYC and across the nation, from big venues like Irving Plaza to big venues in Chicago (can’t recall the name, as I was the opening act for Th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7865/4158/1600/WayneCXB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7865/4158/320/WayneCXB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players, performing my provocative art-songs like “Let’s Light Joan Rivers On Fire”), to the tiniest venues in NYC and loft parties, and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the FIRST time I’d seen any venue demand a performer PAY THE ADMISSION CHARGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This alone, proves WAYNE RADA to be a first class piece of shining excrement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, he wouldn’t let me go to my next show, and I, being a civilized adult (read: I didn’t smash his face in when he put his hands on me, which many other people would’ve done) tried to reason with the cro-mag, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more, uh, comical, was Wayne’s insistence that the club owed TWO FREE DRINKS—at $9 a piece according to the monkey!–to my brilliant girlfriend, Jessica Delfino (whom I helped in her set, creating all the music and appearing onstage with silent guitar as a visual prop, with my long flowing auburn locks thank you very much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a $2 tip, that’s a $20 value, but since Jessica and I were in a big rush to perform at another show—which we missed thanks to The Great Anus named WAYNE RADA—we forfeited the drinks (something I NEVER do, b/c I need “free” liquor to tolerate this corrupt world!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to cro-mag monkey man, HE effectively owed us $5 change, b/c he claimed I owed him $15, and he owed me and jessica $20. (I’m not going to get a “free” drink without tipping the innocent bartender. I’m not a dirty crooked anus like WAYNE RADA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW, it became a huge scene on the sidewalk at 78th and Broadway and Wayne and I both asked for police from the crowds gathered. One person with the Kaufman Awards came out and chastised the Ape—“is this necessary, Wayne?”, he asked—but you cannot reason with an ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My apologizes to all primates, who are, in fact, more reasonable than the Anus Named Wayne.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Police cars came, and as usual, none of the cops knew the law. (Try it sometime: ask 10 cops a question about law and you’ll get 10 different answers.) (Even worse, most people don’t know that police were created in America in the 1800s to protect the rich from the poor, angry masses, and to protect property owners from the unwashed and exploited little folk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cops threatened to arrest me for “theft of services”—refusing to interview ANY of the 100 people who saw me onstage in the club, or see the video shot by ABC----(Who says cops are lazy?)—and I said “okay... I’m not afraid to go to jail... I will NOT sit at the back of the bus like most people” but then Jessica got very scared and handed Ape Wayne a $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7865/4158/1600/WayneThumbUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7865/4158/320/WayneThumbUp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, the police at the 20th precinct told me the cops on scene were wrong to threaten me with arrest in the situation.  (Hindsight rocks!) (And is totally useless!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have to waste my time suing Stand Up NY and more damaging things b/c Wayne Rada effectively extorted money from my helpless and scared girlfriend. (I got $35,000 in my last lawsuit, and the last time I was in Small Claims I got $200 out of $200. Not bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORAL OF THIS STORY is that we must ALL “Stand Up” when we see evil bullshit, whether it’s Republicans destroying the USA or comedy clubs taking advantage of comics or bleeding their customers dry. (WAYNE RADA even let me into the club 2 hours before showtime. Pretty weird that he didn’t demand money then. Hmm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are sick of asshole cro-mags ruining our world like I am, please consider making one phone call (anonymously if you are a worried) to Stand Up NY and say “Wayne Rada should give that girl back her $15 and should NEVER charge a performer admission. That is SLEAZY.” Or words to that effect perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, you can all remain silent, and Wayne can go on thinking he did nothing inappropriate, continuing the long history of the powerful businessmen robbing the citizens blind b/c all the “laws” were made by... businessmen who ran for office with their riches and won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAYNE RADA &amp;amp; Stand Up NY: 212-595-0850&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *  * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 performers were in the above show for the NY COmedy Festival or such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most were amazing, and the almost -packed house loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite a $15 admission and 2-drink minimum, WAYNE RADA felt that NONE OF THEM SHOULD RECEIVE A PENNY for their services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may even be totally criminal. (See: minimum wage LAWS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those pricks in CHINA pay slave labor more than WAYNE RADA pays his slaves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contacting different govt agencies and the Attorney General to have this crook thrown in jail where he belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, govt protects business owners first  and foremost, but I'm going to make WAYNE RADA regret stealing money from artists and audiences and I'd love your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the PLOT THICKENS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled Wayne Rada and ironically the first thing that came up was Jessica's blog thanking him for some nice things he did (which makes his behavior even more egregious, as they've known each other for years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SECOND result on Google was by a comic who posted specifics about WHAT A CROOK WAYNE RADA is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you all check it out, b/c if we don't all Stand Up to crooks, then we essentially promote their bad behavior with our apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever play comedy clubs or go to them---I can't stand their mafia-isms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the idea that my friends get ripped off by coke dealers like Rada INFURIATES me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it pisses you off too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37087047-116321086543559803?l=mayorcxb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayorcxb.blogspot.com/feeds/116321086543559803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37087047&amp;postID=116321086543559803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087047/posts/default/116321086543559803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37087047/posts/default/116321086543559803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayorcxb.blogspot.com/2006/11/wherein-our-author-cant-turn-his-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Touching You</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16774875454073574950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
