Today I learned that Van Halen have that rider in their contract about “a bowl of M&Ms with all the brown ones removed” in order to know at a glance if the promoter read the entire contract. And the reason they do THAT is because they once had a stage collapse because a promoter hadn’t read the proper way to set up all the specific technical stuff.
So if the band goes in the dressing room or catering and sees brown M&Ms, they know they have to double-check the stage setup for safety.
I heard about this on Freakonomics Radio. Turns out the bit about no brown M&Ms is HUGE, in BIG font, bold, underlined and quotated like they’re on the Group W Bench.
The band was all, “We have fifty-pound lights hanging over our heads and fire being shot out of cannons. We had to know whether they read our safety regs so we didn’t flamebroil any roadies.”
interesting how this has become a meme in the music industry about divas. i’ve always heard jokes that amount to “this stuck up celebrity hates the green gummy bears!! they’re refusing to perform just for that???” and its reading stuff like this that i realise how that joke might have come about. people get grumpy that the band refuses to play but cant admit its because THEY’RE incompetent, so they make it all about the M&Ms. another example of artists using a creative method to ensure they have a perfectly reasonable request fulfilled that is then bastardised by lazy people who wanna make money off them.
…this is like the music industry version of hearing the truth behind the McDonalds hot coffee lawsuit
people who hate cats for being “cold” or “mean” never learned emotional intelligence or depth and think that love is only expressed by being submissive and unconditionally obedient
millenial from the year 1910: the moving picture show has fucking destroyed my sense of humor like i only laugh at shit like this now *video of a clown throwing a pie at the hoity toity town mayor*
millenial from the year 1010: the king’s court jester has fucking destroyed my sense of humour like i only laugh at this shit now *jingles stick puppet of the king’s face with bells attached and gets sentenced to death for mocking his majesty*
Did the magic bean salesman from Jack and the Beanstalk actually know for sure that his magic beans were really magic? Or did he think he was conning some dumb kid into buying his shitty uncool beans and they coincidentally turned out to be magical? Or did they transmutate into magic beans after Jack purchased them through the power of fate? I find it hard to believe that some bean dealer just happened to have some magic beans on hand that he’d trade fairly for an old nasty cow.
In modern day money a cow costs 1000-5000$. So that’s a significant amount of money not even counting the money you could make from milk and eventually selling the meat.Jack basically sold the most valuable thing he owned for those beans ( a modern version might have him selling his car). This was actually a pretty good deal for bean dude, he was totally ripping Jack off on the bean front.
Procrastination Station 