argh
a bit frustrated. i spent a while on the phone w/ticketmaster, because they never mailed me my ticket for tonight. they agreed to print me up a ticket for will-call, and it was a long and irritating process.
even more irritating was that i found my ticket at the house. it was buried under catalogs and junk mail and stuff for people who haven't lived here in years. people, if you live with someone, and you get their mail, don't let it sit somewhere. DELIVER IT. put it on their desk. or their bed. some people in this house understand that concept. some don't. because i enjoy getting my mail, i do the same to my roomates - i put it where they can see it, in their room, promptly. it's not a difficult task.
what is difficult is calling ticketmaster back and asking them to cancel your will-call ticket and spend another ridiculously long period of time on hold. and talking to four more customer service reps.
sigh. at least the show will be cool tonight. i hope they play some stuff from undermind, it's really tasty. a song i heard the ocean sing, or crowd control, or scents and subtle sounds.
in fact, i'll leave you with some rather poignant lyrics from the disc. from access me. felt like mike gordon wrote these from inside my head.
i don't need to bother you, no i won't play that part
i just want access to the inside of your heart
access to your thoughts on the way that i should be
so i could start to change and maybe you could access me
you could tell me all about the things you did at work
the guy who sits beside you and how he's acting like a jerk
and you don't have to open up the secrets of your soul
but if that's the place you want me i'd be glad to pay the toll
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