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Let Me Please Introduce Myself…

You Can’t Always Get What You Want…

Luckily we did and bypassed this obscene scene!

Sixty…

Five…

Dollars…

for…

PARKING

!!!

WTHolyF???

‘Cause I Just Can’t Seem to Drink Y…

Yeah no, I can drink. We can drink. And boy did we get lucky (understatement!!) when we found 3 empty seats at the bar of a nice little place nearby that I’d love to mention but can’t for the life of me remember the name of. We had some lovely plates (the pork belly in kimchi sauce was surprisingly OMG good!) and cocktails (Gin! Some peachy thing masquerading as a raspberry thing) for what probably would be the price of a hot dog and coke inside the stadium.

To the Edge of This-uh World…

Getting in was a piece of cake since we didn’t use the entrances that the “herd” was lined up at. I was a little miffed because I had gone to great lengths to do the non-purse purse deal, spreading neccesities throughout my pockets and tucking phones into my waistband, etc. obeying the “no bags except clear bags” rule of the stadium, but lo and behold, all these women were getting in with their REAL albeit small purses. Note: My coolie leather covered in fringe jacket that I brought has ZERO storage capability. No pockets. None. Not even a clever little something inside. Nothing.

We start the hike up the ramps to the 300 level. Pretty sure this is a mile hike. All I know is my phone app told me I walked 4.4 miles that evening, and the bar was only a couple blocks away so… do the math. Unless the app calculates dancing as miles… nah, the number would have been

By |2019-08-20T21:49:37+00:00August 20th, 2019|Categories: My Gig Habit|Tags: |0 Comments

My Record Store Day Story

Today, Elton John is being named the 1st Record Store Day Legend in celebration of its 10th Anniversary. Elton is releasing a special edition of my personal all-time favorite album 11-17-70. The entire setlist is on this new version and it is of course, on vinyl. Congratulations Sir Elton!

My record store flashback involves this same album. The year was 1995. I had (*FINALLY*) gone to my first Elton concert. Yes I know, hard to believe. I’ve been a hardcore Elton fan since I was 14. To my defense, he did not make stops in Seattle very often, so opportunity had been my biggest enemy.

Anyway, once I saw him live in concert, something switched in my brain, and I could not get enough live material, (read “bootlegs”). I was now on a mission. *looks all serious* I had to find more live stuff. More I tell you. More! So I started hitting all the record stores I could on a regular basis. Even started going to the record shows in Seattle. I did find plenty but that’s for another time.

I walked into a record store in Ballard and struck up a conversation with the owner. Since Elton is what I was looking for, that is of course what the topic was. He held up the newly released (1995) remastered CD of 11-17-70 and started singing its praises. I told him it was my favorite album. He said the remaster was so amazing. I argued with him. I told him there was no way it could be made better. I dug in my Taurus hooves and refused to believe him when he insisted it was *so* much better than the original.

Please. If I buy the CD, he makes

By |2017-04-22T19:00:54+00:00April 22nd, 2017|Categories: My Gig Habit|Tags: , , , , , |0 Comments

The Tonight Show Adventure

If you actually remember the internet of 1997, you’ll understand this when I say I have absofuckinglylutely NO CLUE how or where I found it, but one Friday night, I was hanging out with my best friend Nate at her work surfing the internet (Geek Girls Night Out!) and came across a notice that Elton John was going to be on the Tonight Show in 2 months. Seriously? I mean, even NOW with allllllll the information online, I don’t think I could find what guests are going to be on the Tonight Show in 2 months to save my soul.

Hey Nate! Tickets are free! Let’s see if we can get some! Yeah ok Julie, you go ahead with that. We have to get up at ungodly hours and stand in line for HOURS before Ticketmaster even opens (this was “back in the day” before Ticketbastard started the current Lotto system and it MATTERED if you were in line first) just to *maybe* score tickets to a concert in a venue that holds 30,000+ and the little Tonight Show studio holds HOW MANY? Of course we’ll get tickets.

So the next day, off I go to the post office (yes, remember, this is 1997) to send NBC a request for 2 tickets for the date Elton was to be a guest. Every day after that, I’d run down and check the mailbox. No tickets. Days go by. No tickets. Weeks go by. No tickets. Oh well, it was fun to try anyway.

A week before “the date”… *one* week… when I had all but given up on the whole deal, I found myself standing in front of my mailbox looking in my hand at an envelope brandishing the

By |2013-06-01T03:58:22+00:00June 1st, 2013|Categories: My Gig Habit|Tags: , |0 Comments

So. Worth. The. Drive.

Yakima. Google it. I’m pretty sure the definition reads as follows:

Yakima (yak’·uh·maw) a city in BFE. Cow town. *cue “One Horse Town*

I really didn’t think I would be able to score a ticket to this show. And being as it’s in the aforementioned BFE, a good 2 and 1/2 hour drive over the mountains to get to, never mind my previous front row experience which has spoiled me forever, I had no intention of considering anything less than Row 3.

My day before the concert started bad. I got up, said something that *I* thought was nice, and got yelled at about it. Screw it. Went back to sleep. Got up again, said something (different) *I* thought was nice to someone else, and got yelled at about it. Screw it. While I’m curled up in the corner, feeling sorry for myself, I might as well make it really pitiful and check for tickets to Elton in cow town and wallow in the fact that I won’t be getting my gig fix anytime soon.

I type in “1″ under ticket quantity, faithfully reproduce the jumbled captcha letters, and hit “find best available ticket” and wait. The screen pops up that a ticket is available, so I read the location, fully expecting the same seat I’ve been finding for the past few weeks: on the floor but “way back” in row 12.

*blink*

I reread to make sure I’m not misreading.

LEVEL: Floor SECTION: 1 ROW: 1 SEAT: 4 Row 1…

Row 1???? Seriously… Row 1!

“Purchase”

OMG PURCHASE!!!

Concert Day

The drive there is uneventful, though I did learn a few things.

1)My car does indeed, like to go fast. And it likes to do so even while, and perhaps even more, when

By |2016-12-27T07:52:45+00:00July 23rd, 2010|Categories: My Gig Habit|Tags: , , |3 Comments

Blissed Out

Wednesday.

February 3rd, 2010.

2:55 pm.

My life was changed forever.

I will never be the same. I can never go back. And it’s about damn time!!!

I scored a ticket at 2:55 pm to see Elton John & Billy Joel perform a mere 4 and 1/2 hours later. The ticket was not only for a seat somewhere in the building, but it was a seat on the FLOOR. And not just anywhere on the floor but Row FOUR. That’s right, Row 4 baby, row 4! I had a plan and it worked. The only small glitch was that I wanted to be in row 1, 2, or 3 because those rows are the ones that they let go up to the stage. Row 4 was going to take some serious scoping out of the situation and some quick thinking (and footwork) and hopefully with any luck at all, I might get the coveted position of standing in front of the stage. JACKET_elton I throw on my Elton jacket with the newly attached fur collar and head down to Key Arena. Once inside I descend to the heavily guarded floor. At the bottom of each staircase, there is a security worker making sure you have a valid floor ticket before you can even set foot on terra firma. I do so and the guy starts to helpfully direct me to my seat. He barely utters the first word when I interrupt, grinning. “I think I can find row 4″.

When I find my seat, I have a momentary millisecond of panic that there’s some sort of mix-up with the seats since there is a good sized camera sitting on it, with a

By |2016-12-27T07:52:45+00:00February 9th, 2010|Categories: My Gig Habit|Tags: , , , , |1 Comment

The Ballad of the Farm Dogs

  The Ballad Of The Farm Dogs My Version Inspired by the Farm Dogs Concert

(Julie Webgirl)

It was down in a bar in Seattle you know
Not more than a couple of months ago
I seen ’em walk out on the stage that night
Martinis in hand, it was all so right
They took the stage lookin’ two-ton cool
Especially Bernie, he was ready to rule
I thought I’d died, I was in such a fog
But it was Bernie Taupin and the rest of them dogs

They gave it their all, they burned up the stage
I was one lucky flea at the foot of that stage
They was singin’ ’bout life and the things they’d seen
They rapped about Hopper and Harry Dean
Those dogs played on into the night
Playin’ all their greatest, it was such a sight

Well, Tony was burning the skins with his sticks
While Jim, Robin & Tad was playin’ killer licks
Bernie was wailin’, he was so intense
They was playin’ so tight, yeah it all made sense

Well seen ’em, been there, I want MORE!
They’re in my head now, hard to ignore
They’re a killer band, the great Farm Dogs
With Bernie Taupin and the rest of them dogs

And the songs kept comin’ thick and fast
As Bernie’s cinematic words relived the past
And those raunchy smooth voices told a tale
Of innocence lost along the trail

They’d bonded, hell now they sure could play
From Me and My Friends through to Bird of Prey
They ‘d felt the stage lights as bright as the sun
They’d hooked the crowd, they were havin’ such fun

There’s a line here that puts me into a spin….
“Like bacon grease on a trucker’s chin”?!?
There’s no one like ’em but there’s those that try
There’s the great and the good and the ones that die
There’s

By |2021-08-31T07:30:44+00:00December 3rd, 1998|Categories: My Gig Habit|0 Comments