The Hotelier
The Hotelier is an American rock band from Worcester, Massachusetts.
History
Early years (2009–11)
The Hotelier formed in June 2009 when lead singer Christian Holden met Chris Hoffman, Ben Gauthier, and Sam Frederick while attending high school in Dudley, Massachusetts.
Originally named The Hotel Year, the band changed its name to make it easier for people to find them and to avoid confusion among people searching for things related to an actual hotel.
In 2009, the band released their first EP, titled We Are All Alone, which received little success outside of Massachusetts. At the end of the year, the band released Two Song Demo. In 2011, the band released their first album, titled It Never Goes Out, receiving some attention.
Home, Like Noplace Is There (2014–present)
Hotelier
Hotelier usually refers to a hotel manager.
Hotelier may also refer to:
See also
Hotelier (TV series)
Hotelier is a 2001 South Korean television drama series set in Seoul Hotel, a fictional five-star hotel undergoing an expensive expansion and renovation. The word "hotelier" means "a person who owns or runs a hotel."
Starring Bae Yong-joon, Song Yun-ah, Kim Seung-woo and Song Hye-kyo, it aired on MBC from April 4 to July 7, 2001 on Wednesdays and Thursdays at 21:55 for 20 episodes.
Synopsis
President Choi, hotelier of Seoul Hotel, dies from a heart attack hours after his old friend Kim Bok-man informed him that his company Hankang Distribution was buying shares of Seoul Hotel in preparation of a takeover. Choi is succeeded by his wife, Yoon Bong-sook, who had never assumed any managerial position in the hotel before. Her son, Choi Young-jae is a dissolute young man who refuses to work and spends all his time partying.
To fend off the competitor, Madam Yoon sends one of the hotel employees, Seo Jin-young, to America to try to rehire Seoul Hotel's former hotel manager, Han Tae-jun, who was forced to resign after a scandal despite his innocence. Tae-jun is currently taking care of Jenny, a drug-addicted Korean-American girl.
Podcasts:
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by Kottonmouth Kings
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by W.A.S.P.
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by Marc Almond
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by Sick Of It All
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by Dan Fogelberg
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by Procol Harum
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by The Clarks
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by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
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by Larry Norman
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by Angel Dust
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by Pinkerton Thugs
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by Tony Carey
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by Miss Saigon
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by Taylor Hicks
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by Naked Lunch
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by Supla
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by Miss Saigon Soundtrack
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by Angels Of Fall
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by Ty
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by Chess
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by Chris Lancelot
The Deal
by: Kottonmouth KingsLeft P-Town headin' out to Riverside
Crusin in the ride, doin' bout 85
Starin' at my pipe with no bowls to pack
Cuz in my pocket all I'm holdin is an empty sack
A-yo, we bout to fix that and go fetch this bud
The deal's goin down, we gotta get it from this thug
He lives in San Diego and I've heard a lot about em
He's always pushin weight, rocks and came with the ?
Three stops to make before I hit Loc's house
My pad in Corona plus my ?Lokey Dope Hideout?
Then I get some smokes and an extra pack for Loc
Cuz we really gotta go man we gotta hit the road
Got up off my couch, heard a knock on the doe'
(Ay what up D-loc!)Yeah its Richter wit my smokes
We took some resignin tokes with no time to stall
Picked up my cell phone and made that call
Now we got the rent of course
Started headin down South
It was late in the day but the sun was still out
(Yeah) Without a doubt we popped a pill to keep our buzz
Cuz it's a long way to Daygo when you gots no buds
Called up the boys to check everybodys plan
Brewer, Hopper, Marz, Jerbo and Big Taz
Just linin up a crew incase these dudes try to screw us
Ah fuck, now we're stuck behind a school' bus
Quick take a right gotta make the yellow light
Got fifteen minutes till we gotta be on sight It's right up the block a
couple miles up the road
Took the money out the bag to pre-count the dough
Seen the front door of the spot we was goin
Such a little hairy heard the weed was stolen (Fuck!)
Called reinforcements told em wait up the street
Knocked on the door, and gave the bell a ring
(Here we go)
There was, shit on the walls, backyard full of dogs
No joke it smelled like they was smokin speed balls
Didn't even wanna sit Glad I made that phone call
This could get Real ugly if it ain't up to Par
Well first thing I did when I walked in the door
I looked all around everywhere in all four corners
Seen shady characters no one said nuttin to nobody
Wanted to get the dope and give this fool his money
In and out was the plan on the double-double
Now we all full of smiles 10 Pack of the Bubble
And now to K.P. another zone with some homegrown
Put it out Loc, I saw a cop man leave it alone
Just then I threw the joint out the window
Grabbed the orange chronic, fired up a bowl
Next thing you know the cop is right on our tail