Tickets for Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band’s dual Boston shows in November went
on sale this morning at 10 A.M., and at about 10:01 A.M., they were sold out.
Normally, I wouldn’t be shocked and appalled, but when I’m
one of the huddled, sleep-deprived masses who pulls himself out of bed 10
minutes early to pay my economic tribute to The Boss, you think the gods would
smile on me a bit.
I talked myself into the success of this plan a few weeks
ago, pretending that Boston was too far north to attract any E Street Band
fans, that two shows at the TD Banknorth Garden were more than enough to house the
few Springsteen aficionados in the New England area, that MY Internet
connection was that much faster than everyone else’s.
Turns out I’m just another of the disillusioned losers who
has been slayed by Ticketmaster yet again.
My only hope is that scalping will be made legal in the next one-and-a-half
months, allowing me a safe, secure route into The Boss’s lair. Otherwise, a night spent in a paddywagon
would be the icing on the cake of my ticket-less life.
And to think, all I wanted to do was rock. Something tells me Bruce would understand.