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Re: “Rick West Theater

Okay... I've read enough of these negative comments. Now it's my turn! Prepare to be entertained...

I worked for this loser waaayyy back in 1995 when his show first came to Branson and shared a theater building with a Chinese acrobat show that performed on a 2nd stage. I was part of the original cast of his "show"... Auditioned and "hired" as his first comedian. I had a puppet named "Fuzzball" as part of my act, and all of my material was copyrighted.

After 6 weeks of rehearsals, that we didn't get paid for, the show finally opened to "crowds" that seemed to be made up mostly of his friends and family.

I was hired at $500 a week and never saw a damned dime. In fact, none of us did, at least not at first - but keep reading, it gets better.

After 3 weeks of actual showtime with excuse after excuse concerning our non-paydays and my rent and several bills way overdue, I had had enough and rallied the cast to storm his office one night after a show to demand payment. We had worked for over 2 months with no pay.

At one point during the confontation, I asked him where our money was and why he didn't have anything to pay us and this motherfucker sat with a smug look on his face and told me "That's none of your business". I came unglued and lunged across his fucking desk and if it hadn't been for the drummer, James, and the bass player, Big John, grabbing me and hauling me out into the hallway to calm down I'd have gone to jail that night. We had all become pretty close over those 2 months (the cast, I mean) and these guys saw nothing but bad coming from my snap decision to go after West.

Then, this asswipe fires me! Ha! He bans me from the theater that night. And then, about a week later, several of my friends from the band told me this jackass went out and bought a puppet that looked just like mine and had his cousin, or some dumbfuck, doing my routine... And ruining it, no doubt.

I had to show up at the theater and tell him my act was copyrighted and warned him to stop using it. He violated our contract and had no rights to the material.

But he didn't last much longer because soon after, from what I was told, he got shut down and was told by a judge to leave town and not to return for doing something stupid. I won't go into detail about that, though, because as I stated that's just what I heard.

Anyway, wow, where do I begin to finish with this guy? Well, it seems that his mother had to keep selling off her property in Tennessee so her little boy could keep playing Elvis. I think he still uses the same brand of black hair dye. And I'd be willing to bet all of the money he owes me that he has NOT changed his Hop-along Cassidy wardrobe since 1995 - hey fucktard, country singers don't dress like the 3 Amigos anymore. He was rude to the band and apparently tried to convince them that he had a perfect ear for music and corrected them constantly, even during the show. His fucking drummer had been a child prodigy, studied at Juilliard and spent 10 years as Ronnie Tutt's backup drummer for Elvis Presley... YEAH THE REAL ONE! And West actually had the balls to try to correct him!

I had a few featured spots during the show, one of which was a bit that had West having a confusing conversation with my puppet. So, as a way to get back at him for his bullshit towards the band, I always made sure Fuzzball insulted the shit out of him every chance I got as if it was part of the show. The audience loved it! West never caught on but the band knew and laughed it up, too. I loved those guys.

But wait, there's more... West put together a full cast for his show which included a 9 piece band (made up of some of the most talented sonsabitches I have ever had the honor of sharing the stage with) complete with a brass section... yeah, you read that right - horns and shit..., 4 backup female vocalists and 2 comedians (featuring yours truly) knowing full well he would never pay any of us.

This asshole put together one hell of an ensemble and took full advantage of his chance to get a slice of Branson pie... at no cost to him. What little money the remaining cast eventually got, after most of us walked out, apparently came from his mother's liquidation of property, not from ticket sales.

I'm not sure how the holy hell this douchebag is paying anyone to this day, but, once again, I'll bet the money he owes me that most of them are doing his show for the "exposure" or out of their love of entertainment... or maybe they're just bored... or, perhaps, they're all just as dumb as we were back then to believe this no-talent con artist who is still living in fantasyland would ever pay up.

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Posted by J 1 on 06/24/2015 at 5:52 AM

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