. . . that I saw Pulp? It was on Tuesday.
Now let me tell you about the second time I saw them. It was on Wednesday.
Why'd I go back? Because life is for living, money is for spending, and it's hard to say "No" to fourth row seats.
I brought my Leica this time. Took so many pictures I killed the battery. Here's a few:
Okay, here's the real story of how I got there: A certain Pulp over-enthusiast, now living in Alabama, texted me Wednesday morning to ask if I'd see Pulp again. I responded "Of course I would" thinking I was being asked in the abstract. Then I remembered who I was dealing with and realized I was being asked in the concrete. Turns out she was so sickly jealous to be missing the shows that she bought a plane ticket to New York at 3 am Wednesday morning, called in sick and flew up here without tickets to the sold-out concert. Frantic craigslisting lead to the miraculous landing of two seats in row DD (fourth row, not counting the orchestra pit) for Face Value. So return I did. The show was excellent, setlist was a tiny bit different, and the crowd was a little different, too: full of old people. Meaning white hairs, wheel chairs. Help the Aged, indeed.
Really, rock shows don't get much better.