Thursday, October 06, 2005

I'm a What?

You are a

Social Liberal
(71% permissive)

and an...

Economic Liberal
(18% permissive)

You are best described as a:


Link: The Politics Test

No big surprises here. My husband announced that we are exact opposites. He's wrong, because then he'd be a fascist. We're both pretty socially permissive and opposites on economic policy. That makes him a Libertarian. This reflects on our personal life... he makes money and I give it away (he always agrees, though, so maybe he's not as much of a Libertarian as he thinks he is).

And last night, giving was never so much fun. House of Blues in Chicago hosted a hurricane relief fundraiser. For a substantial donation to the American Red Cross and Habitat for Humanity we got tickets to see Pearl Jam. They are not a favorite of mine, but I was along for the experience.

The cynical side of the night...

Getting out of the cab I thought that perhaps we had the wrong night. The look of the crowd didn't reflect the ticket price. But once assured that they were all anxiously waiting for Pearl Jam, I thought how cool it was that these kids managed to scrape together the cash, or managed to convince their parents that it was essential to donate to the Red Cross NOW! I had good feelings. Then some wiry, old guy marches to the back of the line shouting on his cell phone, clearly intending to be heard by all, that there was nothing but a bunch of teeny boppers in grundge on Mommy and Daddy's dime. Hey buddy, this is for a good cause - did you really think your feeble donation (it's all relative, huh?) was going to buy you a private room with your favorite rock star? Folks were visibly uncomfortable. Someone kindly explained to him that for one hour fifty tickets for $50 were made available to subscribed fans. Cool. Silly that a nerd like me who had to Google Pearl Jam to remind myself what songs they're known for should enjoy this without a true fan base. I almost wanted to donate my tickets to a couple of very dejected guys who were two too late for the fire sale. But I really wanted to go to this.

House of Blues is just the kind of concert hall that I'd normally avoid - no seating. Above the stage is a sign that reads something to the effect of everyone is equal. However, for another $2 Grand one can enjoy the Foundation Room on the upper level. For yet another undisclosed sum, you and your friends can have a box complete with your own bar and sumptous seating. Even the bar stools scattered about had names taped to them. Twenty minutes into the warmup band (Robert Plant, no less), it was clear no one was going to claim their hard wood, backless stool. Yet we were still admonished by a security guard to remove our bums. And then, of course, there were all those out-of-luck fans waiting outside hoping for a break to get in.

The really cool part of the night...

Fans are great. I think they're more entertaining than the act. I was wedged between two fanatic Robert Plant/Led Zeppelin fans. Both guys were in their mid-forties I would guess. I missed the whole Mega Rock Star worship thing (except maybe Bono), but it thrills me when someone can rattle off meaningless trivia while punching the air at all the appropriate beats and yet still shout every word to every song.

I missed so many great photo op's because we'd left the camera phone at home. My favorite was of an attractive, stylish forty-something woman, tired of standing on her kitten heels, neatly tucked them in each back pocket of her jeans and knelt on one of those forbidden wood stools. Whenever anyone passed they had to dodge her gyrating tush for fear of getting a heel stuck in the eye. Nice shoes, too.

Ears buzzing, my hair extensions reeking of pot, we dodged out of there around midnight, long before the concert was over. We gave our tickets to a hopeful fan and went home to relieve the babysitter. It was a good night.

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