In which Carin can't believe her dumb luck
A few weeks ago bupwethern sent an excited email announcing that Joseph Arthur was coming to town, and playing the BLB, of all places! (a teeny little 100 seat venue next to a bowling alley with a stage slightly larger than a queen mattress.) He had purchased his tickets and encouraged me to do the same.
Of course, financial times being what they are, I delayed until my next paycheck. By the time I got around to picking up a ticket, the show was sold out. My own damned fault for waiting until the 11th hour.
I put out a plea on Facebook and Twitter.
"Does anyone have an extra ticket up for grabs for the 10pm @ josepharthur show tonight at @ bryantlakebowl?"
(For those of you not on Twitter, tagging posts makes them searchable, and also alerts the tagged individual or organization that they've been tagged. Similar to Facebook.)
As the day ticked away I had sadly resigned myself to not joining C for the concert. Then, at about 5:00, this tweet showed up from Joseph Arthur himself:
"@ carinbrat I 'll put you on the list under the name Carin B."
HOLY CRAP! JOSEPH ARTHUR JUST TWEETED ME A FREE TICKET!!!!!!
I went to the BLB, and true enough, there was my name, scrawled across the guest list.
...
I'm not super familiar with Joseph Arthur, most of my exposure to him has been through C. However, the concert was fantastic. Ridiculously intimate solo show. He played for almost two hours. It was great. Afterwards he sold some freshly ripped CDs of the very concert we had just heard, and we stopped and got a copy. I introduced myself, and thanked him for the ticket. He said, "oh, good. You made it." I said, "that was really great of you." and he said, "I just felt compelled."
...
As great as the concert was, and as fun as it was to watch bupwethern totally pee himself over Joseph Arthur, it's even better to have this story to go along with it.
And if anyone ever questions the validity of Twitter, I shall site this experience as Example A in The Case For The Awesomeness That Is Twitter.
Of course, financial times being what they are, I delayed until my next paycheck. By the time I got around to picking up a ticket, the show was sold out. My own damned fault for waiting until the 11th hour.
I put out a plea on Facebook and Twitter.
"Does anyone have an extra ticket up for grabs for the 10pm @ josepharthur show tonight at @ bryantlakebowl?"
(For those of you not on Twitter, tagging posts makes them searchable, and also alerts the tagged individual or organization that they've been tagged. Similar to Facebook.)
As the day ticked away I had sadly resigned myself to not joining C for the concert. Then, at about 5:00, this tweet showed up from Joseph Arthur himself:
"@ carinbrat I 'll put you on the list under the name Carin B."
HOLY CRAP! JOSEPH ARTHUR JUST TWEETED ME A FREE TICKET!!!!!!
I went to the BLB, and true enough, there was my name, scrawled across the guest list.
...
I'm not super familiar with Joseph Arthur, most of my exposure to him has been through C. However, the concert was fantastic. Ridiculously intimate solo show. He played for almost two hours. It was great. Afterwards he sold some freshly ripped CDs of the very concert we had just heard, and we stopped and got a copy. I introduced myself, and thanked him for the ticket. He said, "oh, good. You made it." I said, "that was really great of you." and he said, "I just felt compelled."
...
As great as the concert was, and as fun as it was to watch bupwethern totally pee himself over Joseph Arthur, it's even better to have this story to go along with it.
And if anyone ever questions the validity of Twitter, I shall site this experience as Example A in The Case For The Awesomeness That Is Twitter.