mjp
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So I thought, hey, why not go see Van Morrison perform Astral Weeks at the Orpheum theater here in Los Angeles. Nice venue, excellent songwriter, seems like a mellow night out for old people who don't know anything about heavy music.
So I logged on to see if any good tickets were available, and what do you know, 12th row, center aisle, perfect!
Price? A mere $350.00.
Per ticket.
What am I, an unemployed AIG executive? Who the fuck pays $700 for a couple of tickets to a concert? A nostalgia concert at that.
Sweet bleeding Jesus. Gary Glitter is turning over in his grave. You know, when he dies.
So I logged on to see if any good tickets were available, and what do you know, 12th row, center aisle, perfect!
Price? A mere $350.00.
Per ticket.
What am I, an unemployed AIG executive? Who the fuck pays $700 for a couple of tickets to a concert? A nostalgia concert at that.
Sweet bleeding Jesus. Gary Glitter is turning over in his grave. You know, when he dies.