Lousy Runs Both Ways

They mock me with their bluegrassEvery time I’ve tried to see Alison Krauss and Union Station in concert, the tickets have been sold out long before I even heard they were going to be in town. One time I even considered driving down to some God-forsaken town in central CA to see them because the Bay Area shows were sold out.

So (duh) I signed up for their online mailing list. I got my first mailing in my inbox today, and they’re coming to the Nob Hill Masonic Center on March 11th! I immediately tried to get tickets online, and all that’s available are two seats way in the back of the far side of the balcony, which, including tickets.com’s bend-over fee, would come to $120! Single seats are easier to get; if I went stag I could sit way back at floor level for just under 70 bucks.

I’m convinced there’s something unsavory going on here. There’s got to be some consortium somewhere buying up tickets in bulk to scalp them. Or some secret concert-announcement service that I’m not aware of. Or the band has a huge fan following and they just won a bunch of Grammy awards and they’re playing in a big city and I missed out because I didn’t get up until 10 and didn’t log in until 11 this morning.

Anyway, the mailing list also linked to this mash-up of “I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow” with “Hollaback Girl.” I can’t say I like it, but I’m baffled and intrigued by it. Something Awful got it right when they said that in a better world, “Hollaback Girl” would’ve been the stupidest song of last year if not for the tragedy that was “My Humps”. And the beat doesn’t quite match up, either. But still, I can’t stop listening to it.

3 thoughts on “Lousy Runs Both Ways”

  1. Man, I love “My Humps.” It’s got a good beat and you can dance to it–whilst peeing your pants laughing (ala Fergie) because it’s so, so stupid. I can’t ask for much more from my mindless music. It’s totally going on my Horrible Pop Songs That Are Awesome CD.

  2. Wow, you’re so wrong. That shit is b-a-n-a-n-a-s. And this coming from the guy who genuinely liked “Let’s Get Retarded.”

    At least you can say “Hollaback Girl” is basically “Tusk” and “Mickey” but with women who are actually hot. The Black-Eyed Peas are so crass and commercial that it goes past funny to being gross. All they did was take the stupidest song from a couple years ago, “Milkshake,” and shit out their own copy of it calculated to be a #1 best-seller on iTunes and AOL.

    And yeah, I am still bitter about “The Urbz.”

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