Dear Sting,

What's going on? That's good, that's good. Me? Well, shit, I couldn't get tickets for Wilco. I sat in front of my computer, waiting for that 10 a.m. bell, ready to get tickets to the show. I knew about it for a while, but the 9:30 Club, the club they're playing here in D.C., didn't release any info about it until the other day. So at 10:01, on the tickets.com website, I keep getting this message as I'm trying to buy two, then one, ticket.

Tickets are not available together in the quantity you requested in this section at this time. Please try a different section, or fewer tickets.

I hate the 9:30 Club. Never been there, but I hate it. I also hate tickets.com. Yeah, I'm looking right at you. I hate D.C. but that's just a catch-all for my anger at any given point. So Wilco sells out in less than, oh, a minute. There was some presale, but why would they announce that? And the message I get from both the 9:30 and tickets.com website, printed above, I have two problems with it:

1) It's general admission, so when it refers to the section, it's referring to the whole fucking club. A different section? You mean like the Black Cat? Outside the club on 9th Street? What section do you suggest I try? In front of my cheap stereo, crying along to Summerteeth?
2) Fewer tickets? You mean zero? What's the service charge on that?

Just tell me it's sold out. I can take it. I'm a man. Stop it with the message, I get it. Well, I got it after retrying 20 times.

An hour later I check eBay and there are two people with three auctions going on for pairs of tickets. One of the bastards is obviously not new to doing this, because he had past ticket auctions involving Morrissey in NYC and the Darkness in DC. These guys can eat a heaping plate of cock with a side dish of balls.

Listen, I know capitalism isn't fair, and these guys have a "right" to make some money, but you know what? Fuck them. They're taking tickets out of the hands of the fans and reselling them for hundreds of dollars. I love Wilco, but I can't afford that kind of money. That's an XBox. That's a plane ticket. The music industry gets up in arms about file sharing and bullshit like that but what about scalping? Well, they've made their money, or they weren't going to see any money in the first place, so whatever, right?

I'm just pissed off, Sting. That's all. I want to see Wilco. I remember when I was a young 'un, and I would go into Philly to see a show at the Troc. If the show was sold out, you'd walk down the line out front and just ask if anyone had tickets. And you'd get them, no matter what. And you'd give the person a few bucks, never more than face value. I remember the first time the Foo Fighters came around, and they were playing with Shudder to Think (good show - Craig from STT was throwing roses into the audience, Nathan was doing these rock star poses; what a bunch of dandy fops, but I do miss them). Lots of hype. Tickets were impossible to get. But I waited outside and wrangled five tickets, two from some guys in a Honda blasting rap who got the tickets for free, but still just sold them at face value. Goddamn I love that. I mean, isn't that what music's supposed to be? I know, there are far worse people in this world making money off of people (ahem, Halliburton), but I'll leave that commentary to the fake experts in this town. This is about the music. This is about assholes with spaghetti stains on their cheap shirt in their dingy Silver Spring apartment getting tickets to shows so they can sell them. Profiteers. Assholes. I know music's littered with these people, but don't you deserve some reward for following the band, buying the singles, learning their lyrics? I saw Wilco in Northampton, MA, when I was in college, and I stood at the foot of the stage and sang along to every word, and Jeff Tweedy stared at me. A lot. Made me real uncomfortable. Where's my ticket?

Anyway, I've gone on way too long. I'm just disappointed.

Sincerely,
The Ghost of Gordon Sumner