NOTES FROM THE ROAD
A couple of guys got really lucky at the Bonner Springs concert regarding
tickets to the show. It doesn't bother me, it doesn't make me mad and I'm
not jealous. Not at all. You know the deal...anything can happen.
These two guys were hanging around the ticket window for a couple of hours
with no success at getting any decent tickets. I don't know where they were
from or where they came from or what they were doing there, but I think they
wanted to see a Rush show. One guy looked like he was from Pirates from Penzance
and the other guy looked like a computer geek. Why they were in Kansas is beyond my
comprehension. Seemed like a total waste of time in my opinion. They both looked
like they were waaay out of place, dude.
They were a very persistent little twosome, though. Trying to bribe the
people at the box office to give them tickets and lying to them telling them
they were with the band and whatnot, and why aren't their backstage passes
and tickets ready, and please check to see if the band left them their
tickets at will call. They had a lot of nerve. They used every excuse and tactic you could think of, they were
laying it on those poor ticket booth people really thick. It was downright
obnoxious. But they persisted through the afternoon, always keeping hope
until 7:59:59.
And something DID actually happen. I mean not that I really care. I'm
just relating this story to third person, you know, I'm not frickin'
jealous or anything like that, flying 1,800 miles to come to Bonner, Kansas, of all places, to see a
stupid Rush show - when you are on the road following some stupid band
around the country playing the same stupid songs you've been seeing live for
20 stupid years and paying a lot of stupid money for and spending hours
making stupid websites and taking stupid pictures and paying for film and developing and CDs...whatever, bro. I've got
to be as dumb as the setlist because I was watching it all go down right
in front of my own eyes, I guess.
But anyway, there apparently was this radio station set up inside the venue
right next to the ticket window, see, and some hot local chicks were running
the tent, and maybe they thought this bald guy and this skinny guy were good
looking or maybe they looked desperate, or maybe they were so ugly that they
felt sorry for them or something, or maybe they just felt sorry for them
baking out there in the hot Kansas sun and humidty, sweating it out with no tickets to
the show and no way in the gate to crash the Rush party in Bonner.
I did not actually witness this event until it was over and someone told it
to me fourth hand. But it seems like this blonde radio station girl reached
through the fence and handed the Pirate looking guy an envelope and whispered
something as hot as the afternoon in his ear - and when the guy opened the
envelope it had a pair of second row seats in it. I mean, like, true
second row seats, and of course, they were free. Comped. Can you believe that
shit? Every word of it is just straight up true.