Daily ticket stories
When I saw Bob Wiseman at The Pit in the summer of ’95 I joined the small enrapt crowd sitting on the grungy floor of the basement dive bar and swooned to every soft, poignant song the acidic balladeer threw our way. Unfortunately my two drunk friends stood by the bar yakking loudly all night…
I’m not sure what Generations X, Y, Z is (or was), but as long as they were serving up cool, interesting live shows at bargain-basement prices I had no need to ask questions…
This was my first big rock and roll arena show since moving to Ottawa…
I took it upon myself to drive solo all the way from Ottawa to Hampton…
This torn bit of paper is emblematic of how rabidly I collected ticket stubs back in the early days. This is hardly a ticket stub; it looks more like a section torn from a handbill of upcoming nightclub events…
On December 31st, 2013 I took on the final night of Phish’s nearly-annual New Year’s run at Madison Square Garden…
I did not attend this concert. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a story…
On December 29th, 1967 I met my mother for the first time…
Matt Minglewood was once again bringing his band to the casino and that was plenty fine enough entertainment for a guy like me…
On September 3rd, 2015 I saw what I suspect will be my final AC/DC concert…
Todd Man Out 