
So yesterday, I almost went to an Atmosphere show. Tickets went on sale about a month ago, and I just got caught up with things, and by the time I went to actually go get tickets for myself and a friend, they had sold out. Strike One.
On Thursday, before the concert Friday, there was a meet-and-greet with Slug (no Ant for some reason?) at a Bullmoose Music Store. I couldn’t attend because I had a math test at 7 and I needed to be there so I can pass this class. My friend went (see picture for this post) and said Slug was awesome, a really good guy, and took pictures and gave autographs and so on. I missed out. Strike Two.
I was slightly disappointed, but said friend mentioned that he noticed that Brother Ali was coming in November, so we would get to see someone live soon. I go to check, notice that tickets are relatively inexpensive, and Brother Ali is one of my favorites. I’m getting more excited by the second. I check the venue to see if I’m familiar with it at all…it’s a bar. That means it’s 21+. Which means I’m not getting in, because they card incessantly (according to other college students whom I’ve asked). I want to go to enjoy the music, not to get shit faced drunk. They should be in separate venues so people can go and enjoy music, or lower the drinking age to 18. Whichever. Strike Three.
The only person I’ve ever seen live is Kanye West. Tickets were incredibly expensive, but the show was phenomenal and I loved it. Now, the trick is to get artists to come to Portland, Maine. It seems that I’m going more almost-opportunities here as compared to home in Rhode Island, but I haven’t been able to capitalize on them yet.
…Fuckin’ statistics class.

