Well now there are three concerts I want to go to this fall. My last post is a Facebook post from earlier today from Letters to Cleo. Two shows in November. I am pretty sure they are the week before the next Lizardfish thing. I want to go. Larry wants to go. Mike wants to go. Will we go? I don’t know. Tickets go on sale Friday morning and I am in meetings. I won’t be able to buy tickets. Someone else will have to do it.
Steve Hackett and King Crimson are still up in the air. I’m 50/50 on both. I want to go, but if I do I’m going alone and I don’t know if I want to go alone. I was listening to Hackett’s most recent record over our Sonos network this morning as I was getting ready for work. I had the house to myself which means the volume was loud. The album is so freakin’ good. Why couldn’t he have released a turd this year and made my decision for me? Stupid ex-Genesis guy making life difficult.
Maybe I go to see Hackett and skip King Crimson. Hackett has been on my see-them-before-they-retire/die list since I was still in high school. Still… King Crimson. Robert Fripp. Tony Levin. Yeah, I’ve seen Tony Levin live once before, but this is King effin’ Crimson! Maybe I go to King Crimson and skip Hackett, but it’s Steve effin’ Hackett! It’s the guy who played that perfect, amazing, epic, incredible solo on Firth of Fifth. It’s the guy who, when you listen to Supper’s Ready, reaches across the decades, through your speakers, and literally lights your brain on fire! (figuratively speaking, of course)
Mr Indecisive here has to make up his musical mind.
And Letters to Cleo needs to start putting their tickets on sale on Saturdays instead of weekdays. Us old farts need to work.
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