Ahhh, Adele. There hasn’t been a voice like that since Celine Dion.
Personally, I’m not a fan of Celine’s, but what a voice, right?
Before Celine was Christina Aguilera.
I adore her voice but Aguilera leans toward the explicit. If I want to be red-faced while listening, I’ll chance a new song by Christina.
Now we have Adele
and I’m obsessed. That voice! Those lyrics! she was scheduled to appear in my city so tickets were a must.
Before tickets went on sale I read all I could about buying tickets for a hot concert. My take-away was a short, simple list. Use two computers.We have Mac and Dell laptops. Also, use two browsers. I had Safari and downloaded Google Chrome. A Ticketmaster app on an iPhone may be the best way to buy tickets, according to “them.” I have an iPod Touch but no iPhone, so I waited. “Whatever you do,” they said, “don’t wait in line. You could get a slow salesperson and would lose your chance.” OK, got it!
The day of the sale I was ready. About 30-minutes beforehand, I finally downloaded the Ticketmaster app. To buy tickets one must click on the artist as a “favorite.” I tried but got an error message. I rebooted and tried again. Error message again. My first glitch. With two laptops and three browsers (including Internet Explorer), I was confident I wouldn’t need it.
With palms sweaty and breathing quickened, the countdown to the sale began. I was using a Mac and Google Chrome because it was the fastest, I learned. Immediately, I got in but had a 20-minute wait. I tried the Dell computer. It labored to even get me in line. My 20-minute wait on the Mac shortened. I was advised to not refresh the page, so I didn’t. I was down to three minutes, then 1, then back to 5 minutes. What?
I tried the Safari browser. It never allowed me to get in. Why not? I was finally in on the Dell computer. I had to enter a phrase, then a second time, then a third time, then a fourth time until a phrase appeared with a matching font it would accept and I was in! No tickets available. “Search again.” Ordered to type another phrase, then another, then another. Forgetting this I tried the audio version. A distorted voice called out numbers and letters as I struggled to correctly type them in. “Not accepted.” I tried again and again with similar results. Forgetting this I went back to typing a phrase. It was accepted and then a picture grid. What? I had to check all the pictures with pasta. Then a second time with different pictures and different matching requirements. Finally, I was in. “No tickets available.” “Search again.” More phrases and more picture grids.
Meanwhile back on the Mac, I got into a “search again” frenzy. I left the “Standard Seating” and tried the “Bronze Seating” then the “Silver Seating” then back to “Standard Seating.” No luck. By now the time was edging toward 30 minutes. I was feeling defeated.
At my last stand on the Dell computer, I was at a screen that said to copy this 10-line code with numbers and letters and “paste it below.” I did this but it did not accept it. I tried again two more times. I even studied the code to make sure everything was identical, including line breaks and dashes. No luck. At 45-minutes past, I knew it was over. Feeling teary I succumbed to plan B: scalpers.
To make a long story short I went with Ticket Liquidators who had the best price, if you can call it that. I had MANY fears going with this unknown online purchase, including stolen identity, a website made to look legit but wasn’t, you name it. Their FAQs said that the tickets could be a paper version with the seller’s name on them. The bar code was all one needed. I dreaded this because of the price I had paid. In the end, the tickets came by FedEx, as promised, and were made of cardstock. They’re beautiful and I’m happy.
Can a peon, such as myself, score good seats to a hot concert by traditional means? My answer to this is no. According to Ticket Liquidators, “promoters often hold back large numbers of tickets from public sale and instead distribute or sell those tickets exclusively to connected groups – industry insiders, fan clubs, business partners, and so forth. Ticket-selling agencies pay good money to gain entry to such exclusive ticketing channels so that they can access special tickets and offer them to the public at large.”
The prices of these tickets are steep because “sellers pay face value plus additional fees and/or have fee-paying memberships in special fan clubs that allow for wide ticket access. Some ticket sellers even pay their own mark-up fee by buying tickets from other resellers rather than from direct ticketing sources.”
In other words, the general public is not a promoter’s or, perhaps, even an artist’s first priority, it’s the top one-percent of ticket buyers.
So, I have my tickets to Adele and a tissue for my nosebleed. I’ll be saying “Hello” to her next year. Just wish I could say it closer, like I had planned.