Adam Levine Is A Douche, Gets Called Out By The Roxy
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Let me preface this story by saying that a friend of mine was really good friends with Maroon 5‘s assistant touring manager. She now has left the business and lives in the middle of nowhere. Why? Because “they are the worst human beings on Earth”. Now on to our story. Huffington Post reports:
On Monday night’s episode, the Maroon 5 frontman and panel judge slammed the Sunset Strip club for slighting him and his band, back when they were still opening for Michelle Branch. “I remember we opened for her at the Roxy, and they didn’t even give us a dressing room. I hate the Roxy. I’ll never play there again,” ranted Levine. Then someone on the show tried to show the Roxy some love, but Levine wouldn’t let it go. “Oh, the Roxy is horrible. Don’t ever go there,” he said. “They screwed us over,” he continued. “And now they’re paying for it.”
Then this happened:
When Levine’s comments first came to light, the club played it polite with this tweet: “Ummm, what was that about?” Then the Roxy followed up with this sassy picture of their re-done marquee that reads, “Adam Levine Your Dressing Room Is Ready.”
Because apparently Adam Levine was off his meds, Roxy owner Nic Adler responded to Levine in this interview with Yahoo!
Maroon 5 played the Roxy at least five times,” he said. “[Adam’s previous band] Kara’s Flowers played there like every weekend. I use Maroon 5 as an example of a hard-working band that played the Sunset Strip and played the clubs and blew up. And so when he said that…you know, the Roxy has no control over dressing rooms. If Michelle Branch is playing, it’s Michelle Branch’s show. And if her management says, ‘I want Michelle in this dressing room and I want her band in this other dressing room,’ we’re at the mercy of the headliner. For a band to think dressing rooms define how we treat bands is crazy.
So long story short, Adam Levine is a petty vagina and holds a grudge like God and a gay man. Awww, you didn’t get a dressing room when you were a nobody? Call your mom about it. Those tattoos aren’t fooling anyone, you effeminate jackass.
UPDATE: Hey, everybody remember Jess? She just texted me this: “He hit on me in catering tent once years ago. Right after being rude to my best gay. So I am not a fan.”