Tickets!

I have been to quite a few concerts in my life — all styles, all sizes, all venues. I’ve been to shows in domed stadiums, grand theaters, small clubs, outdoors, tiny dives. But I have never, never waited in a line to get tickets. That’s just not something I do. If I need to be in a certain place at a certain time to even have a chance of going to the show, I’m really just not that interested. (And usually that’s going to mean it’s a stadium show, which suck without exception anyway.)

But today, we’re going to go over to the unlikely venue of The Book House in Stuyvesant Plaza and get in line in hopes of being among the first 200 people to get tickets to a 2 o’clock show by They Might Be Giants. The girls are totally psyched. I mean stoked. (Gotta keep the lingo current.) They’re playing in support of their new book and CD, Bed, Bed, Bed.

We all run around with bits of TMBG songs in our heads all day long. And if they run out of tickets? They’ll say, “Excuse me NO! Pardon me NO! No means no means no means no.”