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Self-indulgent story time thread re: last RT.
The mid-2000s were a wild time on the Internet. Radiohead was going on tour. I had never seen them. So I had three computers set up in the basement computer lab of Mark Twain dorm at Mizzou ready to buy tickets to the Chicago show.
The mid-2000s were a wild time on the Internet. Radiohead was going on tour. I had never seen them. So I had three computers set up in the basement computer lab of Mark Twain dorm at Mizzou ready to buy tickets to the Chicago show.
The sale opened. The tickets were all gone faster than I could grab any. I was crushed.
But determined. I sketched a backup plan. I didn't particularly want to go to Bonnaroo, but it sounded fun and tickets were only a couple hundred bucks.
But determined. I sketched a backup plan. I didn't particularly want to go to Bonnaroo, but it sounded fun and tickets were only a couple hundred bucks.
When the West Coast tickets went on sale, I strategically focused on Night 2 in San Diego. I figured it would be the least popular show that went on sale at 10 a.m. PST. I was right and snagged four tickets.
Before I tell you this next part, remember I was a broke college student with a patchwork plan. I'm not proud of it. But, well, you gotta do what you gotta do.
I immediately put those tickets on a once-popular site known as Electronic Bay Dot Com.
I immediately put those tickets on a once-popular site known as Electronic Bay Dot Com.
They sold for roughly two or three times what I paid for them. In the meantime, I purchased tickets for Bonnaroo.
The earnings from ALLEGEDLY scalping them paid for my ticket, food and gas for a 9-hour drive from Arkansas to Manchester, Tenn.
The earnings from ALLEGEDLY scalping them paid for my ticket, food and gas for a 9-hour drive from Arkansas to Manchester, Tenn.
I talked @jameslynnmiller and our friend Brandon into going.
Three days outside in triple digits. No showers.
I have never smelled worse than I did after those three days.
But 14 years later, it was still one of the best weekends ever. And Radiohead was amazing. Fin.
Three days outside in triple digits. No showers.
I have never smelled worse than I did after those three days.
But 14 years later, it was still one of the best weekends ever. And Radiohead was amazing. Fin.
Thanks, @radiohead. Watching this concert this week brought back some really great memories.
Pointless epilogue: I drove by the grounds when I was in Manchester a couple years ago for an Alontae Taylor profile.
It was not as cool as when there were 80,000 people watching a show.
It was not as cool as when there were 80,000 people watching a show.
