Post Show Banter >>>>

[Space Freely]

Shame did 6 new songs, while Roxy did a John Lennon cover instead of Virginia Plain.  My vote is for Shame.

Shame show > Roxy Music (I'm assuming).

Yeah, but my show actually had more Viagara boys.

[Julian, Forum COGNOSCENTI]

The clear bait of telling us he brought a handgun is a masterstroke by Mr. Freely.

[Yada]

A+ read for a Monday morning dump. Thanks Space... but not convinced that it's not primarily plagiarism.

[kosmo vinyl]

There I encounted many other hapless elderlies also having ticket problems. Why right in front of me was Nick Lowe, in the flesh, having ticket problems. Wait, that's not Nick Lowe, it's my neighbor who looks like Nick Lowe. But wait, that's my Nick Lowe lookalike neighbor, but he has a different wife. Wait, maybe that's not my neightbor either. Turns out it was Kosmo.

Not sure what I like more...new band name: Hapless Elderlies or that Kosmo looks like Nick Lowe (on brand too)

never have i ever been confused with Nick Lowe, he has far better hair then I do...

[lily1]

I bought a 400 level ticket for Roxy Music Friday morning for $15 ($9 + $6 in fees) on stubhub. Got moved down to the 100 level which were the $165 tickets. They closed off the 400 level and moved everyone down. 200 and 300 level were sparse. I bet there were well under 10K attendees, maybe more like 5-6K. Should have booked two nights at Anthem. But then again if they had done that, I may not have gone as I'm sure those tickets would have been $200+ and I'm a cheap bastard.

Regardless, show was excellent. Great graphics, great musicianship, great performance.

[kosmo vinyl]

I saw someone complain on The Twitter that apparently they eliminated one of the back floor sections and that their Section 3 seats got worse in return.

[Starsky]

I read an usher told a patron they sold 6000 tickets


Bad usher!

[sweetcell]

I snagged some Roxy tickets from Stubhub Thursday. $35 for 2, including fees..

i thoroughly enjoyed reading this.  i'm not the biggest roxy fan so hearing about everything else except the music worked for me.

but I'm from Virginia, we had our handgun in my wife's handbag.

i was initially shocked to learn y'all own a handgun.

but soon after that, i was consumed by the question: did you really think they'd let you into an arena, for a concert, with a gun?  have you not been to an arena show since, say, 2001?

[Space Freely]

I snagged some Roxy tickets from Stubhub Thursday. $35 for 2, including fees..

i thoroughly enjoyed reading this.  i'm not the biggest roxy fan so hearing about everything else except the music worked for me.

but I'm from Virginia, we had our handgun in my wife's handbag.

i was initially shocked to learn y'all own a handgun.

but soon after that, i was consumed by the question: did you really think they'd let you into an arena, for a concert, with a gun?  have you not been to an arena show since, say, 2001?

I was told you have to be a handgun owner to be able to vote in Virginia (Arlington excepted.) And I want to be able to vote.

[ye-ole-hatch ıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llıl]

Wait I missed that
you showed up to a concert in dc with a handgun
I have a hard time believing you are THAT stupid…

[Space Freely]

Wait I missed that
you showed up to a concert in dc with a handgun
I have a hard time believing you are THAT stupid…

A distant relative of Davy Crockett,[7] Charley was born in San Benito, Texas, United States.[8] The son of a single mother[9] with an older brother and sister, Crockett was raised in a trailer park in Los Fresnos, Texas.[7][10] His mother relocated the family to Dallas,[10] and Crockett spent the summer months with his uncle, who lived in the French Quarter of New Orleans.[11] Upon leaving high school at the age of 17, Crockett decided to travel with his guitar acquired by his mother from a pawn shop. Crockett noted "I taught myself how to play and started to write songs immediately, without any chord knowledge or anything. I didn't know what key I was in for 12 years, but my ear was really good, and I could play in any key and any chord. I just didn't know what it was."[9] His early musical influences came from hearing hip hop, and became fascinated with the samples used. Crockett said "I got into Curtis Mayfield through samples of his songs by other artists, and Nina Simone was through a sample. Even J. Cole, I was listening to a song of his ("Kenny Lofton"), and it was based on the sample from the Manhattans version of "Hurt".[8]

Crockett played music on the streets in the French Quarter of New Orleans and in Deep Ellum, Dallas as a teenager. Later he traveled further afield by hitchhiking and riding freight, and by 2009 he was busking in New York City.[11][7] As he improved his performance skills, Crockett organized a street band called the Trainrobbers, which caught the attention of a Manhattan-based representative for Sony Music. She signed the 26 years old Crockett to a two-year management contract, although he rejected a publishing deal.[9][11] Eventually tired of life on the streets and the pending expiration of the contract, Crockett relocated to Northern California, where he combined working on farms and communes with performing for three more years.[9][7][8] Crockett then existed on the streets in Paris, France, for a year, and briefly lived in Spain and Morocco.[12]

During these years, Crockett struggled to stay on the right side of the law. In the U.S., he sold marijuana to get by, at one point working the harvest in a clandestine marijuana field in the Pacific Northwest, and was arrested for possession in 2014. He was convicted of a felony crime twice. Music provided the way out.[13] Crockett noted later, "People think my story is far-fetched, but the thing is, I've toned it down."[14]

[sweetcell]

SETTING: an urban hellscape, at night.  dim streetlight illuminates, barely, newspaper being blown down the street, bouncing off abandoned cars and falling into a smoldering dumpster.  disembodied eyes float in the shadows.

ENTER STAGE LEFT: nervous white suburban couple, clearly out of their element.

her: this is stupid!  we shouldn't be here!  this isn't worth it!

him: shut it, woman!  i've had more than 6 oz of beer - i'm ready for anything <facial expression implies otherwise>.  besides... we're "packing", as our kid would say.  we'll be fine...

<big impact sound as a pair of eyes jumps out of the shadows and reveals a man with a knife>

mugger: fork it ovah, muddafakers - imma knife you if you don't hand over the goods!

<couple hugs each other, man turning 90 degrees so wife is between him and mugger>

her: I TOLD YOU!  I TOLD YOU SOOOO MANY TIMES THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!!  HAAALP!

him: honey!  quiet down!  you're going to scare this guy and he'll do something we expect him to!  <gathers himself together, pushes her aside>  now see here, you truant - we will not give in to violence.  we have rights!

her: <incredulously> WHAT THAT HELL ARE YOU DOING?  GIVE HIM THE MONEY AND LET'S GET OUTTA HERE

him: <remembers something> yes, of course... the money.  yes, he can have it.  gimme your purse honey...

her: WHY MY PURSE?  YOU HAVE A WALLET, IT'S GOT MORE CASH, GIVE HIM THAT!!!

him: <more urgently> uh, babe, please don't argue with me and give me the purse... NOW.

mugger: tick tock, mofos, i'm about to start what you expect me to start!

her: JUST GIVE HIM YOUR WALLET

him: <trying to whisper but failing due to adrenaline> honey i need YOUR purse because... because... of what's in it

<he grabs purse, couple starts tug-of-war over the purse>

her: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT'S IN IT... OOOOOOOOOOOH - THAT.

<intense glaring between the couple as they stop tussling over the purse, but don't let go>

her: <in another failed whisper> i'm a much better shot than you!  and i have it in my hands!  let me get it out!

him: <more failed whispering> just because you got a better score than me that one time - ONE TIME - at the range, you think you're frikken hawkeye?  really?  is this what this is all about??

her: <abandoning all pretense to whispering> this isn't time for heroics, mr. terminator, outta my way while i deal with this like i always do -

<couple resumes pulling purse back and forth while arguing>

mugger: yo, i don't mean to break up this couples counselling session, but someone's about to die if i don't get -

her: WAIT YOUR TURN I'M NOT DONE HERE WE'LL BE WITH YOU IN A MINUTE

<squabbling resumes while mugger looks on in disbelief>

him: ... and furthermore, that last time YOU actually did the dishes, i didn't say a thing about how poorly the job was done but ooooooh no, you have to - SHIT, look at the time, we're missing St. Vincent!!

<in a heretofore never seen act of coordination, both he and she reach into the purse, each grab one side of the gun, shoot the mugger, and run a 8:15 mile to the venue.  man violently regrets having drank more than 6 oz of beer>

* FIN *

[Julian, Forum COGNOSCENTI]

This is the worst porno opening scene I’ve ever read.

[Starsky]

Haha! Good!

[Cock Van Der Palm]

obviously plagiarized.  My proof - not one typo, grammatically correct and fairly interesting/witty. 

A+ read for a Monday morning dump. Thanks Space... but not convinced that it's not primarily plagiarism.