:: Fate kindly puts me in my place ::

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

Last week, I saw a listing for a show online. I recognized the band, I really liked the band, I wanted to attend. Tickets were cheap (10$) and available online, but I had time to wait and ask around to see if anyone wanted to accompany me. This was harder than you might expect, as the band in question is way, way indie (and thus way, way cool, right?), and people I know who are willing to travel out to Brooklyn on a random Tuesday night for an obscure band are few and far between. Thankfully I found one.

Everything was set. Surprisingly, I'd stumbled upon the listing for this show - I hadn't piggybacked on the in-the-knowness of anyone - so I felt satisfied when it started to enter the zeitgeist of one of the weird little circles of blogs I read. I had as much of a claim (i.e. very little) to finding this event as all these hep cats. I was going to the coolest show in Brooklyn that night. I was going to sit at the cool table!

One last check of Ticketweb revealed that the show was not yet sold out as of the night before. The day of, to make certain, I called the venue. Tickets were still ready for the taking. Everything was falling into place.

As I'm sure you've guessed, tickets were no longer available when we arrived at the venue, fresh from a nice little jaunt in the sub-freezing conditions. The band is playing their set right now as I write this back in my cozy apartment, my defeated and frozen tail refusing to untuck itself from between my legs. I know Sarah, Greg and many music-blogger types will be there (because they've all written about or hinted at going) though I shouldn't, considering I don't know them. But then, the kids at the cool table never knew my name either.

I never knew logistical acumen and disciplined planning were prerequisites for coolness. Aren't you supposed to fly by the seat of your pants? In fact, aren't you supposed to forego pants entirely?

Stupid indecent exposure indictment.

Holy crap, woe is me, big pity fest, etc. etc. Although in looking for a link to the band's site I found out they're playing another show here on 2/19 (albeit for more money and at a larger venue). I just spent all this time on a moot rant. Oh well, as long as I convince just one person that I'm not cool, it was worth it.

Posted by morland @ 12:04 AM

:: Comments ::

Why didn't you just buy a ticket through Ticketweb? It's only a 3 or 4 dollar convenience charge, which in this case would have actually been one of the few times it was worthwhile and convenient.

-josh

Posted by: The guy who lives in vail on January 21, 2004 01:36 PM

agreed. that was kinda dumb. was your friend mad? i would have been. but then again im jewish.

Posted by: on January 21, 2004 01:58 PM

forgot to sign my name on the previous post. would hate for everything to think im a closet anti-semite

Posted by: rob on January 21, 2004 01:58 PM

yes, rob, he was mad, though not at morland. he was mostly angry with the cold, and all the other people who looked like him but were better prepared.

stupid responsible indie kids. i hope they get scabies from their new $80 "vintage" 1970s shirt.

Posted by: josh on January 21, 2004 05:41 PM

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