I had some good ticket karma left, apparently, but used it all up unexpectedly on Tuesday, when I stumbled across a cheap tenth row seat to the Rolling Stones show at Qwest Field. Heck, it’s literally across 4th Avenue from where I work, so how could I not? I just worked late (and avoided opener Dave Matthews Band at all fucking costs), then walked across the street.
A few not-so-great photos from my carefully concealed camera. I *can* say that my “standing behind a 7′ guy at a rock show streak” remains intact. Yay.
Anyway, here you go:
I’m off to San Francisco this evening; more from the road, I’m sure.
Real Low Vibe 