I know it makes me sound like a bit of an asshole, but I get to go to pretty much any show I want to these days. And I go to a LOT of shows.
As a teenager I would sneak in through the beer garden at the Barwon Club in Geelong to catch Magic Dirt tear up the tiny sweaty band room, line up at my local Ticketek counter from dawn to get two coveted tickets for Radiohead at Festival Hall, or camp outside the local record store to secure my place in the Meredith Music Festival Supernatural Amphitheatre.
These days I am fortunate enough to work in an industry where guest spots to most shows are easily traded between colleagues like baseball cards, “I have a Tuesday night FKA Twigs I can swap you for a Thursday Mac DeMarco”. In any case I am one of those spoiled bitches who get to see almost anything they want, I’m “on the list”, and I have come to take it a little for granted. Often shuffling restlessly in my spot at the back, watching the clock around the 45 min mark and trying to pick how many songs must be let in the set. Let me be clear, this is not to say I don’t enjoy these shows, it’s just that when something comes to you kind of easily you often don’t appreciate it quite as much. Maybe music sounds better when you earn it, line up for it; invest your time and money in it.
Recently, when Run The Jewels hit Australia for a run of dates, discussion arose between my musical compatriots and I as to whether we had a hook up for their Forum gig. There were some maybe’s and long shots thrown around, but by the time I came to the conclusion that I’d just have to suck it up and fork out the $75, the show had sold out. I snoozed and I lost. I was bummed sure, this was a record I had listened to and loved on a daily basis since it came out and was probably my favourite of 2015. But then there were three other bands I was on the list for that week…
Then yesterday, a friend sent me this clip from their show in Paris late last year. I fucked up you guys. Real bad. And I am full of regret.
Sometimes the best things in life aren’t free. Just buy a fucking ticket.
-Jacqui W