Reactionary

That’s what I feel like right now, just some stinking carrion. I managed to get two bad, expensive tickets for the add on May 22nd show here in town. But forget about going with someone. One seat’s in the 100 section (happy with that) and the other’s in the 200 section. So if I go with someone, we can swap glances and comments via telephone, I guess. Shit, I don’t have a mobile.

And Ticketmaster. I thought I was close. I was offered two seats in the 100 section somewhere for the 1st Philly show and was going to take them, when the thing hit me with an “Internal Server Error”. WHAT THE FUCK? I’m so angry right now, I’m getting a headache… after having cried my eyes out.

While I know Ticketmaster’s a dirty operation who needs to go DOWN, like, fuckin’ NOW, I feel the most betrayed by U2. They must have known this would happen. They did away with the honest though buggy Propaganda system and let some corporate wankers take over their fanclub. They fed us to the dogs. They charged us money for the priviledge of dealing with and paying Ticketfuckinmaster. Thanks a lot. Where did your heart go?

As I was stomping home today angry that no one showed up at an emergency get together we had planned, I had a vision of the back of Bono’s head. That’s all he’s giving us lately and that’s all I’ll be seeing of him on May 22 if I go.

I wish I could disconnect. I wish I could just hate them already. I wish I could give my CDs away as Stephen McBride has posted on Zootopia. I wish all my love would turn to hate. It hasn’t. I wish I could, but I guess I’m just not built that way. It’ll take more than this. But maybe I feel that way because I do love and care about them, no matter what they do to me. Even throwing us out as so much roadkill before the corporate giant and the scalping bastards who always magically get tickets.

Speak out already, guys. Say something for God’s sake! I hate seeing more pictures of Bono with Tony Blair and George Fucking Bush while what made him important– the music and band– lose face more every minute. I guess I have to be starving in fuckin’ Africa for him to care about what happens to me at all. Charity must be equal opportunity to be true, Bono. If somehow he doesn’t think rock’s all that important anymore, that starving Africans are, then he fucking needs to hang it up already. U2’s better off GONE than halfway existing, hanging on like a chewed up piece of gum on the sole of his shoe as he walks into yet another fucking meeting to end world poverty. News for you, poverty will never fucking end so fucking deal with it already!

Posted on January 29th, 2005 under General, Tunes •  Print •  Email • RSS 2.0 feed • Both comments and pings are currently closed