leroy needs to karate kick his way into the ticket biz. big time. sho’nuff (incarnated in the form of ticketmaster) suUcks. sucks!
a strong desire to see meiko in an acoustic show brought me to ticketmaster’s doorstep. rather, they came to mine, knocking on my deli door asking for protection money; ticketmaster got all up in my grill with baseball bats. convenience fees, processing fees, delivery fees, and something else to boot… at the conclusion the “would you like fries with that” upsell is ticket insurance. come on! sUriously?!
also, what happened to e-commerce one-night stands! why do i have to create an account for every internet transaction? the single transaction tabs need to come back for a quick and dirty good time!
fine, make me create an account so you can share (read: sell) my info to “trusted” third parties. ticketmaster, unlike other internet dirtbags, doesn’t give you an opt out option though at signup. all you get is an “ok” tab and the assurance that their sharing your info will be governed by applicable federal and local laws. well, take my junk mail address! jerks!
god bless pearl jam. it was a good effort.
the answer, say no to ticketmaster, but yes to meiko. find awesomeness below.
you and onions (make me cry) – live in ca
under my bed (amazingly raw and beautiful)
boys with girlfriends – official music video release
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