Tower Records supplies
the first batch
It was the
13th of January in Phladelphia, shortly after a savage storm had
left the region covered with an icy coat of snow. I was new in town.
I still didn't have all my stuff from home. Most importantly, the
computer. The 38-pound electronic box, an eye into the world was
still on the other side of the Mississippi, 1500 miles away. U2
would tour this year. I knew that. Who in U2-ville didn't? But when,
where and when and where would the precious tickets go on
sale? That was still a mystery. No one knew in December, the last
time I had heard the startup chime from my lime green little friend.
And now I was
here. In a distant, strange city without the lifeline the modem
provides. And the sidewalks crackled under everyone's feet with
salt and ice. Cold water dripped off the buildings but you can't
hear the sound when there's so much traffic.
provided some new masking tape and clear mailing tape so I could
get those posters up and make the blank walls a little friendlier
at what would be home. There was a Tower Records just a block away.
I had never lived in a city with a Tower Records. Even if I don't
buy anything, I always go in. So that day, I went down the block
the wrong way to go in and peruse their collection of over-priced
As I opened
the front door, a sloppily handwritten sign hung on the door with
a single piece of clear tape caught my eye. I don't know why it
did. There wasn't anything special about it. Maybe because it was
so commonplace. Maybe because it was so ugly. But I held the door
open a bit and read it : "U2- Tickets on sale for June 11,
2001 at the First Union Center."
WHAT??? I looked
at my watch. It was the same date and an hour since the doors opened
to the store. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I felt through the fleece
pocket. Yup, the wallet was there, packed with two little beauties,
one platinum, one black. The blonde girl behind me seemed to wonder
wy I was just standing there.
I had seen
it before. I went to the little Ticketmaster/ Customer Service desk
and a gangly fellow who apparently wasn't having a good day (maybe
cuz of his acne) was holding the fort. I asked if this was where
they sold concert tickets. He said yeah, but I had to go to the
other side of the counter so he could get at his little magical
ticket-dispensing computer. So