Band of Horses
I just got back from seeing Band of Horses at the Metro, but it was nearly a bust. The plan was for me to buy tickets at the box office and then meet my friend for a quick dinner, and then we’d head back to the Metro in time for BoH.
I got to the Metro about 6:30, half an hour or so before the first of two opening bands went on. I had my purse checked by a man with a flashlight, and then went up to the box office. First problem: a handwritten sign that says, “cash only.” Bastards! I ask the woman at the ticket window where the nearest ATM is. She says there’s one right outside the door.
It really was right outside the door, so I grabbed some cash and headed back in. A couple ahead of me finished their ticket purchase, and I walked up and asked for two tickets, a crisp $40 in my hands. “We just sold out!” the girl says. Excuse me? “They just bought the last two tickets.” AARRRRRgggggghhhhhh. Seriously? If she’d been really awesome, she would have offered to hold the tickets while I got my cash, perhaps in exchange for my driver’s license. At the very least, she should have warned me that they were down to their last two freakin’ tickets.
As I turned away, a guy (security? bouncer? I have no idea) said, “Hey, is it just you?” I said that I had a friend coming, but he told me he could get me one free ticket. He said that somebody had bought an extra and left it there (I’m a little unclear on how that would have happened, but whatever), but he was happy to give me a free BoH ticket. One down, one to go.
I called my friend to update her on the bad news, and we agreed to meet for dinner and figure out what to do. I went to the appointed meeting place, a little joint called Penny’s Noodle Shop, which I had SPECIFICALLY LOOKED UP ONLINE to make sure it was open on Mondays. According to the internets, it wasn’t just open on Monday, but it was open everyday. Except that… it wasn’t open today. Strike two.
So my friend and I had dinner at a cheesy Caribbean-themed place called Trader Todd’s, which features a half-priced menu on Mondays, including about a dozen girly drinks. Of course I got the girliest one on the menu. I’m too embarrassed to tell you what was in it.
We headed back toward the Metro. I tried to convince my friend that if we couldn’t find a second ticket, she should take the free one and go enjoy BoH, since she is by far the bigger fan. We agreed to wait outside awhile and see if anything showed up.
So we waited. And waited. And asked people if they had extras. And asked more people if they had extras.
And… somebody did! He only charged us the actual price of the ticket, so my friend and I split it and got in for half-price each. Not a bad ending to what could have been a shitty night. BoH were very good—a little guitar-heavy for my tastes, but I definitely really enjoyed the middle three-quarters or so of their set. I will leave you with their words as they started off the concert.
BoH: How’s everybody doin’ tonight, Chicago?
Chicago: WOOOOO!!! Yeah! WOOOOO!
BoH: We are also “woo.”
Posted 12 November 2007
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It did turn out to be a great night! I’ll burn you a CD of the songs in the middle three-quarters–they’re less hard-edged than the stuff that BoH played at the end.
So much for a lazy Monday. You all worked your tails off. Go vets!