Best known as the balls behind Brooklyn’s infamous after hours party The Shank, Lou Galluch (a.k.a. Bury Me In Brooklyn) may have flown a tad too close to the sun with his New Year’s Eve plans this year. Rather than throw one of his usual $10 dirty warehouse after hours jams, he thought big: who would bring out a ton of people with money to spend? After consulting with friends who work on large branding events around the city, he settled on Cam’ron. His friends “told me that they would middle man the deal,” he explains.
Things went sideways.
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After some haggling they settled on $8,000, a tidy sum for a promoter Galluch’s size. When it came time to pay the deposit, Galluch says “the main guy who was negotiating the deal” (whose name has been withheld by Galluch’s request) had to go to Boston to deal with “some family stuff.” In his stead, Galluch was told he’d be dealing with Cam’ron’s DJ, Moe Sticky.
The two agreed to pay one fourth of the guaranteed eight grand up front. “So I meet him that next day [Sunday], and I said, ‘Bring the signed contracts and I’ll give you the money,'” Galluch explains. “He shows up with no contracts, and I have the money. This is the day before New Year’s, everything is happening. Promotion has gone out, presales are coming in…and they show up with no contracts.” He calls the original guys he’d been dealing with. “Yeah, [Cam’ron]’s gonna show, give [Moe] the money,” they tell him. Galluch asks how he can be sure, and his fears ease when Cam’ron immediately sends out a promotional Tweet (which has since been deleted).
Lou Galluch hands Moe Sticky $3,000.
The next day, everything is going smoothly sans contract. It’s an after hours party and Cam is scheduled to appear around 3 in the morning. Moe arrives at 3 to a still-empty warehouse, says Cam is in the car, and asks for the rest of the money. Galluch asks if they can wait an hour or so before going on so the venue can fill up. “They said yes, but I’d have to show them some cash,” he says. So Galluch hands Moe another $2,000.
“So he leaves, the place packs the fuck out, it’s packed out,” Galluch recalls. “It is 4:30am, I have no DJs booked because it’s Cam’ron’s set, he never showed up. I’m calling, I’m texting, I’m freaking out. All of a sudden I have no DJ playing, everyone is freaking out. I had to tell the door guy to give people their money back, I had a sliding scale door, we didn’t know how much people paid, it was a nightmare. So after dealing with the biggest train wreck of a fucking event I’ve ever done in my life, I woke up to the DJ calling me saying, ‘Yo sorry, my phone died, Cam just wanted to go home and go to sleep, he was too tired.’ So I’m like, ‘Well, we have a lot down on this, do you wanna give me the money back?’ And he’s like, ‘Deposit was 4k, maybe you’ll get a thousand bucks back. But you wasted Cam’s time.”
The days following, Galluch asserts, have been filled with him asking direct questions of Moe to no avail. Communication broke down further, and Galluch alleges Moe had some tough talk for him on the phone “along the lines of physical violence.”
Surprisingly, perhaps, Galluch doesn’t hold Cam’ron responsible for what went down. “I don’t think this is Cam’ron per se, I think it’s his people. They kept saying that he had other offers and I was like ‘Really? He had other offers but his first choice was gonna be a warehouse party in fucking Williamsburg? Come on.’ I looked. Why would he play my fucking bullshit warehouse party if he had offers at a legit club with a real deposit? I think they didn’t know it was a warehouse. I think they came, saw it was a warehouse, saw they had five grand, cut their losses and said ‘Fuck it. That’s my take. I don’t want this to reflect on [Cam] because I think, by all accounts, he’s pretty cool. I’ve dealt with his manager who’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever dealt with in my life. I’ve dealt with his DJ, who’s the shadiest dude I’ve dealt with in my life.”
But Cam’ron is the boss. Isn’t it his responsibility to show up?
“He’s kind of next level, he has his handlers, whatever his handlers say, that’s what goes. I’m not blaming this on him per se, but I am blaming it on his handlers saying that it was his fault. They blamed it on him. And then after the fact, Moe made reference to the cash that he had with him, and I was like, ‘How do you have the cash with you if you paid Cam the money? Why do you have the cash still?'” Galluch believes Moe pocketed it.
Still, the question remains, why did he keep handing Moe money without a signed contract?
“If I’d just met this guy through weird means I would never have trusted him. But I met him through guys who are respected around the city, and they kept telling me he was legit. ‘It’s cool, it’s totally cool, it’s never been a problem,’ they said.”
In total, Galluch lost $7,000. He plans on holding a benefit for himself this coming weekend.
Moe Sticky, naturally, has a different version of events. After getting his number from Galluch, we texted to request a phone conversation. His reply:
Write he a bullshit ass promoter. Wasted my bosses time and mine.
“Gonna call you in a few, okay?” we replied. His next text:
I told you what to write.
We called anyway. He answered, and was forthcoming. Also: pissed.
“Basically, he’s crying over $1000,” says Moe. “I want you to write that.”
Moe asserts the deposit was an agreed upon $4000 “and [Galluch] shorted me a thousand.” This was, Moe says, after he had already helped Galluch out by getting Cam down from an asking price of $12,000 to $8,000 and up from three songs to five. (Oh, to be a successful rapper.)
Moe insists he brought contracts, but that it was Galluch who failed to sign them, and that he dragged his feet about the contract for weeks. “They booked it late, all the money came in late on a Sunday and the party was Tuesday, he should have given it to me weeks before that.”
Why did he continue past that point without a signed contract?
“We had to perform, we had to show up, he gave his word…we took a deposit, we agreed upon that. It’s all a bunch of bullshit.”
Cam’ron was supposed to go on a little after 3am, he says, but when they showed up around 3, “he didn’t have the money, it was an empty venue…He was supposed to give us the rest before Cam played. He said he only had 2k and he wanted him to wait until 4:30. You can’t do that, man, this is business. I’ve never seen that in my life. I’ve been doing this for years, I ain’t never seen that before. (…) He didn’t promote, plus he never had the rest of the money…put in the article that I said he’s a fake promoter.”
Moe says he will give Galluch back $1,000 out of fairness (retaining only the $4000 deposit), “But if he keeps harassing me, he ain’t gonna get nothing back.”
As for the allegation that he threatened Galluch with physical violence: “Nobody said nothing to him, I don’t know where that’s coming from. He’s lying. He’s a liar, man. I don’t understand that at all, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was about to hang up on you, that’s crazy.”
We failed to mention Galluch’s theory that Moe himself pocketed his boss’s money.
So there you have it. If Moe is lying, it means he went out of his way to stiff a Brooklyn promoter for a sum he might have more easily obtained fishing around in Cam’ron’s couch cushions. If Galluch is lying, it means he’s doing his best to save face after getting in over his head and royally bungling things (with an extra side of nastiness re: the allegations of threats of violence). Paper trails are few and far between in the world of semi-legal warehouse parties, so it’s hard to know who’s telling the truth. It could very well lie somewhere in the middle; it’s also quite possible that there were some honest misunderstandings at play. One thing’s for certain, though: between this and an earlier incident in which another of Cam’ron’s associates got himself roughed up at The Shank by the nicest guy in the world, it might be better for everyone involved if Cameron Giles and Lou Galluch gave each other a wide berth from here on out.