He who hesitates ... is in the friggin' 10th row ...

I bought my Psychedelic Furs at the Tupelo in June ticket yesterday and was shocked to see that it was almost sold out [There were less than 30 tickets left at 4 p.m. yesterday afternoon]. When I first posted the fact that they were playing in Londonderry - finally, a New Hampshire show, after playing in Vermont a few years back, and Maine more than two decades ago! - I went to the site and saw that the tickets were $65 ... expensive ... but, I could get a seat in the front row! I hesitated and lost. Yesterday, I decided to buy a less expensive seat - at $55, plus a small fee - in the back, 10th row.
Sure, the 10th row isn't bad. Frankly, it's good. All shows at the Tupleo are good! But I'm kicking myself now. For $10 more and the initiative to buy a ticket in the first place, I could have actually high-fived Richard Butler and let the stage noise from John Ashton and the rest of the band wash over me like a tidal wave of flanged feedback bliss. I originally thought I would blow the show off. I've seen them so ... many ... times ... but then I thought, "Tony, you're lucky if you see one show every two summers these days ... you only live once ... buy a damn ticket ..." So I did. Wifey isn't going; I've dragged her to see them a few times now. So, it will be me, alone with a couple of hundred others, dreaming it was 1984 again ...

Tomorrow: The Psychedelic Furs in my life.