I cannot say I'm a huge fan of his music. When I worked at the radio station, I picked up a free copy of The Boatman's Call, his 1997 album with his longtime band, The Bad Seeds, laying on a table in the break room. I heard of the guy, but never his work, but I like the album a lot. I also ushered his show in downtown Minneapolis; his closing song at his concert, "Saint Huck," is a banger.
My appeal for his work hasn't really grown beyond that. So, I guess I'm more of a fan of his advice column, so to speak, than his music. But, because of that, I've wanted to go to his concerts, but I continue to miss him. His previous tour, I want to say, was just after the pandemic, and either I got the heebie-jeebies or I just forgot his was coming over, I missed his show then. He's back now. I mean, like, tonight. But tonight is also the last night my parents are here, and I don't think it's, well, right that I just go out the last night before I leave.
I have one exception, possibly. We're eating dinner at senior's time, so like, 4. I am going to check prices on scalper sites. I checked last night, and there were a couple that was well below face value. If they are still around by the time I check after I eat ... maybe I'll go. But it's a late show, and it's a Sunday, and hey, my parents are home, plus I've been able to stay inside all day even though it's a glorious day outside, and I spent $100 to eat at the speakeasy on Friday, so maybe I won't go anyway. But maybe I will. Shit, I don't know myself. Sorry, Mr. Cave.
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