Crazy Fingers

I finally got my ass in gear this morning and I started looking for tickets for the upcoming Allman Brothers run at the Beacon Theater. (Some day I’ll order tickets when they go on sale. I’m not sure how I missed the on-sale date this time around.)

So far, I found four tickets below face value for Thursday, 3/9 and two for a total of $25 over face value for Friday, 3/10. Brian said he’d go one night, which will be his introduction to this sort of thing (they’d better do a good show that night — I think we’ve got one shot for him to get it).

(Brian and I will figure out together how many additional nights I am going to attend without him, and what kind of refreshments I will consume. Better yet, maybe he’ll want to go back for more after his first show!) I’m going to invite his brother and his uncle to one of the shows, I think, probably Thursday. (His uncle, who’s only about 10 years older than me, saw all kinds of good music in the early 70s, including at the Fillmore East, and he produced light shows. There’s a lot of interesting history there to hear about at some point.)

Brian is amazed at my ability to get tickets below, at, or slightly above face value. I guess I have a set of skills that enabled me to see the Grateful Dead so many times. I say I have good ticket karma. Some might say it has something to do with my intentionality.

I happened to be listening to 6/10/73 in the gym today, a show which includes a set with the Grateful Dead and members of the Allman Brothers (including Dickie Betts, who was fired by the current incarnation of the Allman Brothers in 2000 — a fact less troubling to me than to others). Check out this Promised Land from that show. Dickie’s guitar is unmistakeable; I love the way he and Jerry trade licks.

Let me know if you’ll be at the Beacon. We can meet up.