At last. Someone wants to talk about the elephant in the living room. Ms. Money/Lobster (take your pick) has touched a nerve deep in the heart of Margartiville and the knee jerk reaction is "she must be talking about ME!" Those with a guilty conscience please remain seated at your keyboards and fight the good fight...even if what she says it quite true. Read the article again. She admits she recieved a free ticket...didn't have to. Gives examples and some pretty good points that are hard to ignore. And oh my GOD....she must have used the one phrase that would make the owner of a BMW and has a brother-in-law who's a tix broker knock over his margarita and stain his girlfriends brand new aloha shirt. Did I hear someone say "real fan?" Pleeeeeease people. She did recognize those of us who don't have a corporate gig and tons of disposable income so that we can accutually afford to go to ONE show every now and then. I would be one of those people....and I can hear my brothers out there too. I quit my gig and spend as much time as I can living the life, it's a lot easier to actually live the life than get a ticket to the show. I still listen to JB's music and I dig the attitude it represents, but I grew tired of the "act" that only serves as an excuse for a wannabe to throw up on my dates shoes and then tell me "fins up", like it makes it O.K. IT DOESN'T. BUT HEY...I BETTER GO 'CAUSE I HEAR YOUR CELLPHONE RINGING. I KNOW IT'S YOURS 'CAUSE I DON'T OWN ONE.
OLD MEN IN TANK TOPS....CRUISIN' THE GIFT SHOPS(looking for an aloha shirt no doubt)
CHECKING OUT CHICITAS DOWN BY THE SHORE. THEY DREAM ABOUT WEIGHT LOSS, WISH THEY COULD BE THEIR OWN BOSS. THOSE 3 DAY VACATIONS BECOME SUCH A BORE. (especially when you're spending 2 of them trying to score tix from your broker.



