Another day, another doomsday

Well... Start burning your old cassettes for fire. Start recording/transferring your heavy metal parking lot memories to disc for your children's children. Take the flash drives you put them on and gently drop them in a time capsule that will be buried under the foundations of Madison Square Garden and The Fillmore out west. Start converting all of your VHS of any concert footage you may have to tiny digital formats..and then hide them in a hole in the foundation of your bomb shelter...because the live music apocalypse is upon us.

The Live Nation-Ticketmaster Merger Has been approved. A healthy tsunami of receipts and 360 deals will now bury the average concert go-er and music lover who has just barely made it thru a recession with deep bruises,  forced disillusionment  and  deep, slow to bleed unemployment scars. The greed has seeped into the minds of the ticket makers and the ticket takers. The dirty angels who hold the mystery of dubious extra fees as a sealed document between their flaming talons will continue to laughingly hover over the weary weekend warriors.

The wealthy will get the seats. The scalpers will be the new cosa nostra...selling the 100 cheap seats off to the desperate street dealers, who in turn, will wave them in front of the last minute fanatic. Like a drug. But you have to be there....or you won't be able to tweet about it in the morning.

You and I will stay home, stealing music we can no longer realistically experience, and sharing generational stories of "shows" we attended back in the day, in a carefree realm of being in the audience...singing along with 10000 others.... when a music community meant something real, like a fireside chat with the radio turned off....with our children's children.