The City Veins

I neglected to mention something stupid that I did a couple weeks ago, and there have been many good opportunities to say it.  However, I was just reminded when I looked over at my fridge, where the evidence now clings to a magnet readin “Ticket Alternative”.

So playing a show in which tickets are sold on the internet is a pretty big deal.  Now I know almost every club on the planet will sell tickets through a variety of outlets these days, but it still feels as if you are on par with much larger bands.  Last week you could go on-line to buy tickets to Pimlico, or to see The City Veins.  That’s where my brain is coming from on this.

So, wanting to see my name in the big headlights, I bought tickets to my own show.  Not just one or two, but four.  My thinking at the time was that I would get them framed as the 1st tickets this band had been on.  The last band Charles and I were in, Roosevelt Roosevelt, did a lot of really interesting things but was very poor at documenting them.  This time I wanted to scrapbook everything, and this was a major step.

The tickets came in the mail, and we weren’t on them.  Big, beautiful, blue tickets with the name “Robber on High Street” and then blank space; that’s what I got.  So my intention was to give them to my girlfriend Rachel, but I forgot.  It’s just like I was high, but I was not.  Just an idiot.

So here they sit.  I hope the club reads this post so they can see that not only did we play the show for free, but that we actually paid $40 to play the show.