Keane

Concert tickets for the band Keane went on sale on Monday after they announced their North American tour, and I wanted to go. These were presale tickets. Because I’ve subscribed to their fan club on Facebook, I got an alert to buy them before they go on sale to the general public, and that’s always a bonus because they’re usually better seats. It’s a nice thing bands do for their fans.

My very good friend AE introduced me to them a few years back, after their first album Hopes and Fears was released, and I was quickly hooked. So naturally when I went to buy tickets, I thought of her. She may live far away, but the concert venue happens to be about halfway between where I live and where she lives, so it seemed perfectly convenient that we meet up and enjoy this together. I’m sentimental that way.

I sent her messages letting her know that the tour had been announced and that the tickets were on sale and that I would be buying some, and did she want to come with me...but the timing was off. I ended up buying only two and then finding out later that her husband wanted to go too. I could have bought three, and that would have been fine. SO. Instead of buying one more seat apart from the seats I had...she bought two more, leaving me with an extra ticket and someone else to invite. It was fine, I thought to myself. No problem. There’s got to be somebody else I know who likes Keane.

Well, I know that MJ does, though not to the extent that I do. I mean, she doesn’t even have the new album yet. I don’t know what made me ask her. Maybe because she really liked the concert we went to before, and she’s too young to have seen very many (any others), and she’s nice company and I could be nice and show her a good time. I don’t know. She didn’t seem too excited about it. Her response was more like, “Why not – I don’t have anything else to do that particular night,” rather than, “Cool! That sounds like fun!” Afterwards I thought maybe I should have asked a few others before I asked her, just in case I had some closet Keane fan for a friend and they could have been on the verge of wetting their pants about it like Tiburon.

So, again I have until May to prepare myself to enjoy the concert, despite the fact that AE and husband will be a few rows away and Tiburon and her spastic, concert-going friends will be several rows in front of us, and have absolutely NO expectations about my own companion. It would be a great show even if I went by myself. (And I’ve done that before.)