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janradderWhy it was crappy:
1. I was sick with a cold I'd gotten from Éiden.
2. I paid $7.75 to park downtown, then found out that the Delta Spirit show I'd been waiting to see for the past two months had sold out a couple minutes earlier (and I'd arrived just fifteen minutes after the doors opened).
3. After the woman checking ID's told me to try back in an hour and a half to see if there were any unclaimed tickets, I was heckled for two and a half blocks by a carload of suburban teenage girls driving their parents' Prius who kept calling me, alternately, Justin Timberlake and Brittany Spears.
4. Deciding to waste time by riding the light rail, I lucked out when I was joined by another horde of suburban teens who'd come from some high school sporting event and spent most of their time shrieking, screaming and holding the doors open at stops except for when a black couple got on the train at Lake Street and one of the kids started talking loudly about "the black guys."
5. After riding the train for an hour and a half, I went back to the Entry and found that there were still plenty of people trying to get in and there were no unclaimed tickets to be had.
How it suddenly became awesome:
1. Perhaps seeing my disappointed face peering in through the doors, a woman in line asked me if I needed tickets. When I said yes, thinking she'd say, "Yeah, it's sold out -- bummer," the guy she was with instead said, "We've got an extra one."
2. Delta Spirit was, seriously, fucking awesome -- those boys know how to put on a show. In the twenty-two years I've been going to see bands, last night's show was among the best I've ever seen. There was screaming, rolling on the floor, bodies flailing and jerking on stage, raucous rave-ups, beer-toasting sing-a-longs, and gut-wrenching singing, followed by the singer leaping from the stage after the band's last set, into the audience, where he started dancing to the music on the PA and grabbing people from the audience so that everyone was dancing. Plus, the band seemed to genuinely appreciate their reception, especially since this was their first headlining tour. Really, it was a great show (and if you have the chance to see them, by all means, do).
Thank you, again, to the people with the extra ticket -- I meant it when I said you made my night!
1. I was sick with a cold I'd gotten from Éiden.
2. I paid $7.75 to park downtown, then found out that the Delta Spirit show I'd been waiting to see for the past two months had sold out a couple minutes earlier (and I'd arrived just fifteen minutes after the doors opened).
3. After the woman checking ID's told me to try back in an hour and a half to see if there were any unclaimed tickets, I was heckled for two and a half blocks by a carload of suburban teenage girls driving their parents' Prius who kept calling me, alternately, Justin Timberlake and Brittany Spears.
4. Deciding to waste time by riding the light rail, I lucked out when I was joined by another horde of suburban teens who'd come from some high school sporting event and spent most of their time shrieking, screaming and holding the doors open at stops except for when a black couple got on the train at Lake Street and one of the kids started talking loudly about "the black guys."
5. After riding the train for an hour and a half, I went back to the Entry and found that there were still plenty of people trying to get in and there were no unclaimed tickets to be had.
How it suddenly became awesome:
1. Perhaps seeing my disappointed face peering in through the doors, a woman in line asked me if I needed tickets. When I said yes, thinking she'd say, "Yeah, it's sold out -- bummer," the guy she was with instead said, "We've got an extra one."
2. Delta Spirit was, seriously, fucking awesome -- those boys know how to put on a show. In the twenty-two years I've been going to see bands, last night's show was among the best I've ever seen. There was screaming, rolling on the floor, bodies flailing and jerking on stage, raucous rave-ups, beer-toasting sing-a-longs, and gut-wrenching singing, followed by the singer leaping from the stage after the band's last set, into the audience, where he started dancing to the music on the PA and grabbing people from the audience so that everyone was dancing. Plus, the band seemed to genuinely appreciate their reception, especially since this was their first headlining tour. Really, it was a great show (and if you have the chance to see them, by all means, do).
Thank you, again, to the people with the extra ticket -- I meant it when I said you made my night!
