Thursday, October 16, 2008

Goin' Phishin'

Two weeks ago, Phish announced that not only would they be getting back together (again!), but that they would be celebrating doing so by playing three nights at one of their favorite venues, the Hampton Coliseum. 

It's a weird looking place, isn't it?

The way ordering Phish tickets works is still a bit of a mystery to me after all these years. Phish is allotted a certain amount of tickets to sell to their fans prior to tickets going on sale to the general public, several thousand tickets. In order to be as fair as possible, they do a lottery system of distribution.

You can enter into the lottery, and reserve up to two tickets per show. In this case, that's two tickets for three shows, a total of six tickets for roughly $350. Yeah. It's expensive to see these guys. 

I got an email from my BFF, Cory, saying that he had struck out completely in the lotto. I was sort of not having the best night, was at the pub having a pint, and piddling around on the interwebs. I checked my Gmail, and sure enough, there was an email from Phish tickets. 

"Congratulations," it read.  I had purchased two tickets to all three nights of the shows. Wow. It made my day, and turned my attitude around. So far, I'm the only person I know that has received any tickets from the lotto, let alone all six. 

So. This couldn't have happened a worse time financially. I'm not talking about the economic crisis, I'm talking about my amazing ability to hemorrhage money. I'm leaving for London in twenty-two days. Have to pay rent, bills, eat, etc. And in the middle of all of this, I'm putting up tree fidy to see some washed up prep school hippies noodle around melodies, for the nth time. 

Well. Despite the tone of resentment that seems to come out when I write about Phish, I'm actually quite excited. So was Cory. Someday this whole 'going to the mountain' approach to seeing good live music will seem pointless, but not today. I mean, I'm flying to London to see Leonard Cohen, and that should say it all. 


Shadd Scott said...

I struck out completely as well as Cory and everyone else I know.
Except you.

Flapjacks said...

Yeah. I'm a bastard.

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