U2, the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Elton John, Aretha Franklin, etc, etc.
I imagine George Strait and Martina McBride would be on the country music fan's must-see list.
On Friday, Becca and I decided to take a chance and try to get into the "Cowboy Rides Away" concert at the Delta Center (ok, ok, the Energy Solutions Arena).
Tickets had been sold out for a long time, and the ones being sold on KSL.com Classifieds were all ridiculously marked-up from the actual ticket price (and I generally refuse to pay scoundrels who look to make a buck that way), so I took some cash out and we figured we'd see if we could low-ball some scalpers outside the venue.
If we didn't get in, no worries. We hadn't even considered the concert until about 10 hours earlier, so it wouldn't be a big loss if we didn't get in.
But if we did, and for less than ticket cost, thus sticking it to the scalpers, that'd be a sweet deal.
And that's just what we did.
The concert was scheduled for 7:30, and we arrived at 7:50. The scalper hemmed and hawed, debating if anyone else would come along on a cold-ish night and not already have tickets, or if we were his last chance.
He tried to get more money. A couple times.
I wouldn't budge.
He delayed. I pulled out the money, so he could see it.
He delayed some more.
I made a comment to Becca (loud enough that the scalper could hear) about going to get dinner instead.
And the scalper bit.
Ah, it feels good to have ticket price justice!
Inside the concert, Martina McBride was already singing (apparently there was no local opener), so we found our seats and started enjoying the show.
Martina did a great job and sang mostly her hits, which we appreciated.
Even famous openers are still openers, and they should focus on their main songs, right?
The concert was scheduled for 7:30, and we arrived at 7:50. The scalper hemmed and hawed, debating if anyone else would come along on a cold-ish night and not already have tickets, or if we were his last chance.
He tried to get more money. A couple times.
I wouldn't budge.
He delayed. I pulled out the money, so he could see it.
He delayed some more.
I made a comment to Becca (loud enough that the scalper could hear) about going to get dinner instead.
And the scalper bit.
Ah, it feels good to have ticket price justice!
Inside the concert, Martina McBride was already singing (apparently there was no local opener), so we found our seats and started enjoying the show.
Martina did a great job and sang mostly her hits, which we appreciated.
Even famous openers are still openers, and they should focus on their main songs, right?
After a (surprisingly brief) intermission, the King of Country came out and got things started.
He played a lot of great songs, and I knew most of his stuff.
There were some more obscure ones from his early days, but they were still pretty cool to hear.
After playing a long time, going through each decade of his long and storied career, he wrapped things up, left, came back for an encore, and then was gone.
But he left us with a smile.
What concert should we try to go sneaky, last-minute on next...?
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