I wrote about Ryan Bingham months before he achieved fame and fortune from a little thing called an Academy Award. A couple of years ago, I’d like to think I’d hear him in a honky tonk bar, perhaps with a $10 cover.
Now he’s coming to our neck of the woods, and for one general admission ticket on the lawn, bring your own chair and stake your own spot, it’s $254 per ticket.
Thank you, Mr. Bingham, but I bought your single on iTunes as soon as it came out, and got the Crazy Heart CD and on iTunes as well. We can afford to live around here but would rather go on a trip for $500 than 90 minutes of music. Sorry, I’m working out the chords on one of your songs and will sing it for myself.
If you think certain airlines who have free-for-all seat grabs are horrific, try a concert with a bunch of people who feel entitled to the best seats possible. “GA” means General Admission, no-one gets “dibs” to sit up front or in the center unless they know someone or line up for hours in advance.
Sorry, Mr. Bingham, you’re going to have to wait to see us at another venue where they don’t charge a fortune and treat people worse than cattle. I did write about you months ago and apologized to your mother for feeling that the first time I heard one of your songs, you were much older and had a lot of cigarettes and whisky.
She doesn’t need to be apologized to, when her young son is making $254 a ticket for rich folks to sit on the grass and claim their spot. Listening on iTunes only, Dee
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