Hooooooly cow. Got an email from the Beastie Boys (well, their info-blaster – me and Mike D haven’t been close since that misunderstanding about a primate) today and was looking at their tour dates when I noticed the link for the Virgin Festival in Baltimore. I figure, okay, I’m more a 50-people-in-a-dark-club kinda guy than a festival-goer, but I’ll look at the info. Hmmm, Beasties, Tenaglia, Digweed, could be cool.
Then I noticed tickets just went on sale on the 5th so I figure I should look into it. And then my late-30s ticker almost gave out – $175! I guess I’ve been spoiled since the only big shindig I’ve hit in the last ten years has been the Warped Tour, where the prices are a little more restrained than that. More my kinda crowd too, even if a lot of them are getting close to thinking I’m someone’s dad along for the ride. (I was listening BEFORE Milo went to college, buddy). I’ll have to put the mohawk back before next time…
Any of you gonna drop their hard-earned coin to see their favorite bands for 30 minutes in the August heat? I think I’ll keep sticking with my small venues….
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Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
