(Sept. 14, down in the basement bar.)
Went to the 9:30 Club to see Mike Doughty. Didn't have a ticket, but figured it wouldn't sell out (sorry, Doughty). I was right.
I was in line to buy a ticket, when the woman in front of me turns around and asks me if I need a ticket. I say yes. She says she has an extra and hands me a ticket.
I ask her how much she wants, and she says not to worry about it.
She was so nice, that I almost forgot to give her back the receipt portion of the ticket (with her name on address on it).
Anyway, thanks Erin of Great Falls.
So, not really dumb, more of a karmic payback (to the dollar) for leaving my extra ticket from Over the Rhine the other week.
Then again, I left my cell phone in the cup holder of my car, so I fully expect to go back and see my window broken out.
It wasn't, oddly enough.
Good show, though he didn't play "His Truth Is Marching On", which I was really looking forward to. He did, however, play his cover of "Hungry Like the Wolf."
I was struck at how Doughty is once again fronting a four-piece, complete with upright bass, keyboard (with sampler) and octopus-armed drummer.
One incident was kind of strange. This girl behind me was apparently concerned that she was distracting me with her hooting and hollering (she wasn't, I had my earplugs in); towards the end of the show, she actually put her hands over my ears (briefly).
I was shocked enough that I ended up doing nothing. For the life of me, I can't recall what she looked like, to help determine if I should have.