That would be Yada…
Space is the one driving to Asheville…
Yada would have gotten tickets with his mojo on day of sale for a known tough ticket.
Space would still be crunching numbers in his excel spreadsheet to see if the purchase would impact his retirement in 19 years.
Space would never be crunching numbers to see a Nick Cave show.
Though of course I do have a Nick Cave story to tell....I was living in London the Summer of 1989. Or rather, I had lived/worked in London for a couple of months, then Eurrailed for a month, then came back to London and was spending a week or two at a friend's place until my flight home.
My friend and I went to a Butthole Surfers show, and I lost my glasses in the mosh pit. My spare pair of glasses were in my luggage at a different friend's house, but i wasn't able to get to them for a couple of days. So I had to spend a couple of days blindly living in London.
I was blindly out for a walk for food or something and saw a long line of punk types queuing outside a store. I figured maybe they were in line to catch a bus to the Reading Festival, or maybe buying tickets or something. I really couldn't see well enough to tell for sure. So I made my way to the front of the line and squinted to see what the fuss was about, and there in a pink polo was Nick Cave, signing his novel And the Ass Saw the Angel. I snapped a couple of pics and was off. I probably still have the pictures in a dusty photo book somewhere.
A day or two later, I retrieved my spare glasses and was back in business. I've never been to a Butthole Surfers show again, nor have i ever seen Nick Cave again. I apologize that not much happened in this story, but perhaps it is enough the satisfy the Nick Cave fetishists.
