Yeah, the christian thing was under the table, really. But I still thought Pedro was uninteresting and bland. I didn't really care whether they played a short or huge set, as I was just carrying on with conversation. I know, that's rude, but I was in the back, and I wasn't going to pay $50 for us to just sit there and not have fun at rcktwn.
I found Ben Kweller to be overly geeky.
Deathcab ruled.
Ticketmaster totally fucked me over. and rockettown's employees are dumb. I still hadn't gotten my tickets in the mail on thursday (I should have just bought them at Kroger) so I called about it. Sven told me he had set me up on Will-Call and that everything was kosher. Well, I get there and the Will-call table doesn't have my tickets. I explain why there might be some confusion or they might be in a different pile or something and they tell me to go across the way to another table. I get there and they ask me what band i'm there for... I was like "uh... deathcab." and they started shuffling papers. I take a glance at what they're looking at and see the WMTS list and realize that they've sent me to the guestlist table for some damn reason. I had requested the possibility of free tickets from WMTS a couple of months ago, but I was unsure as to whether or not the current music director had put me on the guestlist as I hadn't followed up on it. Not wanting to know whether or not I had wasted fifty bucks on tickets, I didn't check to see if my name was on the list. I went back to the will call table and asked them about the situation again. A girl told me that she was trying to find the tickets. But a couple of minutes later, she was just standing there doing nothing. I asked if anyone was looking for my tickets and she was very snippy in her response. Well, eventually a manager came and talked to me. She was very nice and took my ticket order number, name and phone number and let me in.
oh yeah, was it just me or did the fashion at the show look incredibly vapid?
(Edited by deathscythe257 at 2:27 pm on Apr. 19, 2004)
you're everybody's second home
always trying to get me alone
an easy way to lose it all
always there when all else fails
over by the west side rails