FUCK YOU ALL. I’m kind…I try not to be profane on my sites, especially since I want to write professionally about music. I had a college professor once tell my class, “Profanity is not bad, it is the excessive use of it that makes the word meaningless.” So, I vow to only leave my opener profane. My living room heard enough of the profane, hilarious sentiments just moments ago…
I’d attach a screen shot of eBay to explain what I’m talking about, but why? Tickets that have NOT even gone ON SALE yet are being sold for upwards of $1.199…some as much as $3,447/pair. I have an idea, why don’t I open my chest up with a butter knife and FedEx my still-beating heart to you, you modern-day, human-sized, soul-sucking parasites.
Have you ever loved a band so much that your heart ached? So much that hearing them gave you wrinkles on your eyes and nose from hearing the sounds? Has it ever been so visceral to you that your whole body responds to the living energy in your speakers? That is magnified at a concert, nosebleed seats or otherwise.
Well, there won’t be any nosebleeds for me. Unfortunately, this was a once in a lifetime concert event. I never thought it could happen. I never thought I’d see the day. It was highly unlikely, in all circumstances. My twelve-year-old self said, “Man, I’d sell my soul to see that happen.” Well, it’s happening without me, in select cities around the world.
The achingly beautiful tribute to Andy Wood, frontman to Mother Love Bone, womb to Pearl Jam…gorgeous melding of Pearl Jam and Soundgarden…Temple of the Dog is touring in select cities around the U.S. Some lucky fan club members (of which the fan club I am a part, not so much the former adjective) were drawn in a ticket lottery. The rest of us waited eagerly to realize that even before we had the chance, credit card poised in hand, day taken off from work–desperately praying and counting down to that moment…the chance was never there to be discussed. Tickets were not on sale, no. There wasn’t even an opportunity for them.
Nor is there now, unless we bow to your disgusting fees, preying on our life savings, our student loan money, the very essence of our souls…as a Unitarian Universalist, I believe in the inherent worth and dignity of all human (and animal) life. You are a challenge to that, my foes. How can I respect someone who preys of the hopes and dreams of the music-obsessed? Would you sell cancer medicine on the black market, too?
That same professor continued, “You see, the beauty in using profanity is that when you use it passionately and sparingly, that’s when it really means something.” I really mean it.
Blessings to all the ones who have been let down. Keep on rockin’ even in a corporate greedy whore society,