Thursday, July 26, 2007
Finally got my Prince tickets through today. On the ticket pre-release day, I ran around the office begging for someone to let me use their O2 account to secure tickets. At £31.21 they weren't the cheapest in the world and i'm craaaazy brass right now but I put that to one side and purchased them, looking forward to being one of the lucky peeps to see the legend live and direct at the O2.
But now the tickets are here I'm thinking this: do I actually want to go anymore?
I bought the tickets about 5 minutes after the booking system opened, on pre-release day. But the only tickets available were in the upper tier, like a million miles away from the stage so I'll be squinting like a motherfucker to see a man who was pretty small to begin with. When I bought the tickets, there were only a few dates available. Then more became available. Then more after that. Pretty soon, it was like everyone and their mother had an 'exclusive' ticket. Then Prince started hooking up with racist newspapers to give away his new album, convincing everyone that this six figure business deal was an act of generosity. Call me cynical, but the whole thing is starting to feel like a marketing scam.
Maybe I'm just being silly. The fact is that I do love Prince and would like to hear him live. But going to this concert doesn't feel organic and right to me...it feels like I'm going to be taking part is some large-scale PR wankfest. I'm not really in it. So I think I might be selling my tickets.
Oh, I don't know. I'm feeling sorry for myself today...the painters being in and that.
Posted by Josey Rebelle at 4:49 PM