It wasn't this Palladium show, but one in '78, when I was in high school, where I had the most dumb-ass concert experience of my life. This was back when you had to have a physical ticket, which you got from the Ticketmaster at Korvettes, or wherever. Anyway, I had a pair of tickets, and then, somehow, I got ANOTHER pair of even better tickets. So, once we got down to the Palladium, I gave my girlfriend one of the pair of "good" seats (first 20 rows as I recall), told her I'd take just a few minutes to sell the pair of "bad" seats, then come in and join her. Well, I sold the bad seats, walked up to the entrance, reached into my pocket and ... my "good" ticket was not there. I actually found the person I had sold the bad seats to, and asked if the other ticket was in there by accident. Nope. So I took the money I had made selling the bad tickets, bought an even worse one, and went in. There were no cell phones of course, so no way of getting a message to her. So, after intermission, I went down to the Orchestra. I asked the person next to her where they had gotten their ticket and they say "Oh, we bought these months ago at Ticketmaster." The mystery of the disappearing ticket!
Love this post! Even moreso because I, too, was at that 76 Palladium show!
Thanks! Good to hear from a fellow traveller. I hope you had a better seat than mine!
It wasn't this Palladium show, but one in '78, when I was in high school, where I had the most dumb-ass concert experience of my life. This was back when you had to have a physical ticket, which you got from the Ticketmaster at Korvettes, or wherever. Anyway, I had a pair of tickets, and then, somehow, I got ANOTHER pair of even better tickets. So, once we got down to the Palladium, I gave my girlfriend one of the pair of "good" seats (first 20 rows as I recall), told her I'd take just a few minutes to sell the pair of "bad" seats, then come in and join her. Well, I sold the bad seats, walked up to the entrance, reached into my pocket and ... my "good" ticket was not there. I actually found the person I had sold the bad seats to, and asked if the other ticket was in there by accident. Nope. So I took the money I had made selling the bad tickets, bought an even worse one, and went in. There were no cell phones of course, so no way of getting a message to her. So, after intermission, I went down to the Orchestra. I asked the person next to her where they had gotten their ticket and they say "Oh, we bought these months ago at Ticketmaster." The mystery of the disappearing ticket!
Well done.
Thanks Jon.
excellent commentary! and thanks for posting the videos!