What Did You Just Buy Tickets To?

So there is no opener and WOD is supposed to go on at 8.

Plan accordingly.

Starsky wrote:
So there is no opener and WOD is supposed to go on at 8.

Plan accordingly.

Thanks, will do. I wish that was the show template for every concert by a band with a good catalog.

Space wrote:
My Stubhub partner picked up two War on Drugs tickets for $25 each. So I'll be going tonight. It's my first show in the Omicron era and in Black History Month 2022. I'll report back on the weekend whether I got COVID or not. From Omicron, not black history, obviously.

I predict a Don Henly-esque performance with long droning syth and guitar solos that put space to sleep and have him regretting the $25 spent by 9:25pm.

Yada wrote:

Space wrote:
My Stubhub partner picked up two War on Drugs tickets for $25 each. So I'll be going tonight. It's my first show in the Omicron era and in Black History Month 2022. I'll report back on the weekend whether I got COVID or not. From Omicron, not black history, obviously.

I predict a Don Henly-esque performance with long droning syth and guitar solos that put space to sleep and have him regretting the $25 spent by 9:25pm.

I enjoyed them when they opened for the Walkmen at the Club in 2012. Whether they can hold my attention for 2+ hours remains to be seen….

Like Spoon, they're one of those bands that to me doesn't have a bad song. A few of them are boring, some are great, others are in between. But none are outright bad.

Space wrote:

Yada wrote:

Space wrote:
My Stubhub partner picked up two War on Drugs tickets for $25 each. So I'll be going tonight. It's my first show in the Omicron era and in Black History Month 2022. I'll report back on the weekend whether I got COVID or not. From Omicron, not black history, obviously.

I predict a Don Henly-esque performance with long droning syth and guitar solos that put space to sleep and have him regretting the $25 spent by 9:25pm.

I enjoyed them when they opened for the Walkmen at the Club in 2012. Whether they can hold my attention for 2+ hours remains to be seen….

Like Spoon, they're one of those bands that to me doesn't have a bad song. A few of them are boring, some are great, others are in between. But none are outright bad.

I was at that show… as well as the next year when they headlined the club. I feel like they haven't put out anything too interesting since, sort of like Kurt Vile. But it was exciting when those two bands were up and coming. Enjoy space!

OK, GBV

Khruangbin

well… what I didn't buy tix too…slept on the nick cave tix and these are the only ones left

$100 to be in the back row…or $375 for a 'carnage VIP' tix

Let Space get them for you for $15 day of show.

legitimate wrote:
well… what I didn't buy tix too…slept on the nick cave tix and these are the only ones left

$100 to be in the back row…or $375 for a 'carnage VIP' tix

That would be Yada…

Space is the one driving to Asheville…

Starsky wrote:
That would be Yada…

Space is the one driving to Asheville…

Yada would have gotten tickets with his mojo on day of sale for a known tough ticket.

Space would still be crunching numbers in his excel spreadsheet to see if the purchase would impact his retirement in 19 years.

Yada wrote:
Yada would have gotten tickets with his mojo on day of sale for a known tough ticket.

TBH, based on the history I thought I'd be fine
The Anthem show was not sold out (possibly in the last few days?)
The Lincloln show (which was amazing) I don't think ever sold out either and I fairly decent seats were available for a while

so with omicron I thought I wouldn't be in that bad of shape
but no one every got rich taking advice from me on ticket purchases

Yada wrote:

Starsky wrote:
That would be Yada…

Space is the one driving to Asheville…

Yada would have gotten tickets with his mojo on day of sale for a known tough ticket.

Space would still be crunching numbers in his excel spreadsheet to see if the purchase would impact his retirement in 19 years.

Space would never be crunching numbers to see a Nick Cave show.

Though of course I do have a Nick Cave story to tell….I was living in London the Summer of 1989. Or rather, I had lived/worked in London for a couple of months, then Eurrailed for a month, then came back to London and was spending a week or two at a friend's place until my flight home.

My friend and I went to a Butthole Surfers show, and I lost my glasses in the mosh pit. My spare pair of glasses were in my luggage at a different friend's house, but i wasn't able to get to them for a couple of days. So I had to spend a couple of days blindly living in London.

I was blindly out for a walk for food or something and saw a long line of punk types queuing outside a store. I figured maybe they were in line to catch a bus to the Reading Festival, or maybe buying tickets or something. I really couldn't see well enough to tell for sure. So I made my way to the front of the line and squinted to see what the fuss was about, and there in a pink polo was Nick Cave, signing his novel And the Ass Saw the Angel. I snapped a couple of pics and was off. I probably still have the pictures in a dusty photo book somewhere.

A day or two later, I retrieved my spare glasses and was back in business. I've never been to a Butthole Surfers show again, nor have i ever seen Nick Cave again. I apologize that not much happened in this story, but perhaps it is enough the satisfy the Nick Cave fetishists.

B+ would read again and recommend to others

Space wrote:

Yada wrote:

Starsky wrote:
That would be Yada…

Space is the one driving to Asheville…

Yada would have gotten tickets with his mojo on day of sale for a known tough ticket.

Space would still be crunching numbers in his excel spreadsheet to see if the purchase would impact his retirement in 19 years.

Space would never be crunching numbers to see a Nick Cave show.

Though of course I do have a Nick Cave story to tell….I was living in London the Summer of 1989. Or rather, I had lived/worked in London for a couple of months, then Eurrailed for a month, then came back to London and was spending a week or two at a friend's place until my flight home.

My friend and I went to a Butthole Surfers show, and I lost my glasses in the mosh pit. My spare pair of glasses were in my luggage at a different friend's house, but i wasn't able to get to them for a couple of days. So I had to spend a couple of days blindly living in London.

I was blindly out for a walk for food or something and saw a long line of punk types queuing outside a store. I figured maybe they were in line to catch a bus to the Reading Festival, or maybe buying tickets or something. I really couldn't see well enough to tell for sure. So I made my way to the front of the line and squinted to see what the fuss was about, and there in a pink polo was Nick Cave, signing his novel And the Ass Saw the Angel. I snapped a couple of pics and was off. I probably still have the pictures in a dusty photo book somewhere.

A day or two later, I retrieved my spare glasses and was back in business. I've never been to a Butthole Surfers show again, nor have i ever seen Nick Cave again. I apologize that not much happened in this story, but perhaps it is enough the satisfy the Nick Cave fetishists.

Would read again!

No typos either.  Solid story.  Finding your glasses tied this in a nice little bow. Emotional roller coaster.

Space wrote:

Yada wrote:

Starsky wrote:
That would be Yada…

Space is the one driving to Asheville…

Yada would have gotten tickets with his mojo on day of sale for a known tough ticket.

Space would still be crunching numbers in his excel spreadsheet to see if the purchase would impact his retirement in 19 years.

Space would never be crunching numbers to see a Nick Cave show.

Though of course I do have a Nick Cave story to tell….I was living in London the Summer of 1989. Or rather, I had lived/worked in London for a couple of months, then Eurrailed for a month, then came back to London and was spending a week or two at a friend's place until my flight home.

My friend and I went to a Butthole Surfers show, and I lost my glasses in the mosh pit. My spare pair of glasses were in my luggage at a different friend's house, but i wasn't able to get to them for a couple of days. So I had to spend a couple of days blindly living in London.

I was blindly out for a walk for food or something and saw a long line of punk types queuing outside a store. I figured maybe they were in line to catch a bus to the Reading Festival, or maybe buying tickets or something. I really couldn't see well enough to tell for sure. So I made my way to the front of the line and squinted to see what the fuss was about, and there in a pink polo was Nick Cave, signing his novel And the Ass Saw the Angel. I snapped a couple of pics and was off. I probably still have the pictures in a dusty photo book somewhere.

A day or two later, I retrieved my spare glasses and was back in business. I've never been to a Butthole Surfers show again, nor have i ever seen Nick Cave again. I apologize that not much happened in this story, but perhaps it is enough the satisfy the Nick Cave fetishists.

But did you get head?

Julian, wrote:

Space wrote:

Yada wrote:

Starsky wrote:
That would be Yada…

Space is the one driving to Asheville…

Yada would have gotten tickets with his mojo on day of sale for a known tough ticket.

Space would still be crunching numbers in his excel spreadsheet to see if the purchase would impact his retirement in 19 years.

Space would never be crunching numbers to see a Nick Cave show.

Though of course I do have a Nick Cave story to tell….I was living in London the Summer of 1989. Or rather, I had lived/worked in London for a couple of months, then Eurrailed for a month, then came back to London and was spending a week or two at a friend's place until my flight home.

My friend and I went to a Butthole Surfers show, and I lost my glasses in the mosh pit. My spare pair of glasses were in my luggage at a different friend's house, but i wasn't able to get to them for a couple of days. So I had to spend a couple of days blindly living in London.

I was blindly out for a walk for food or something and saw a long line of punk types queuing outside a store. I figured maybe they were in line to catch a bus to the Reading Festival, or maybe buying tickets or something. I really couldn't see well enough to tell for sure. So I made my way to the front of the line and squinted to see what the fuss was about, and there in a pink polo was Nick Cave, signing his novel And the Ass Saw the Angel. I snapped a couple of pics and was off. I probably still have the pictures in a dusty photo book somewhere.

A day or two later, I retrieved my spare glasses and was back in business. I've never been to a Butthole Surfers show again, nor have i ever seen Nick Cave again. I apologize that not much happened in this story, but perhaps it is enough the satisfy the Nick Cave fetishists.

But did you get head?

He ate a giant bushy plate.

jeffml wrote:
No typos either.  Solid story.  Finding your glasses tied this in a nice little bow. Emotional roller coaster.

Couple of clarifications:

1. It is possible that I may not have been carrying my camera and instead ran back home a couple of blocks to fetch it.
2. I didn't find the glasses that were lost and stomped on at the show. I was able to retrieve my spare pair from my luggage that was stored at a different friend's place. Thank goodness I brought a spare pair.
3. Years later, I read the novel, but didn't really like it. I'm just not a Nick Cave guy.
4. At best, I may have kissed someone that summer. No head or bush. A wasted opportunity.
5. Maybe tonight I'll look for the picture and post it here if I can find it.
6. A week later, I flew back to the States. I flew to JFK, took a shuttle to Port Authority at some weird hour, and made my way into the bus station to take a bus to get me closer to home. I got turned around and while trying to find my bearings, this sketchy dude grabbed my suitcase and decided he was going to be my porter. I tried to get my bag from him, first by asking, then forcefully. But he insisted on not giving it back and instead carrying it for me. When we got to my gate he started singing "Tip, tip. tip." And cheap Space that I am, I told him "I'm not giving you a tip, you grabbed my bag and wouldn't give it back when i asked for it back." For the next five minutes or so, he started chanting "College boy! College boy. I could have been anyone. I could have killed you. And I didn't, and you won't give me a tip for carryng your bag. Fucking college boy." Finally, I reached into my bag, gave him my signed copy of And the Ass Saw the Angel, and told him, Here's your fucking tip, the title sums this situation up perfectly. Guess which one you are."

Space wrote:
nor have i ever seen Nick Cave again.

but did you really even see him the first time, tho?