If there’s one good thing about being a writer, it’s that if you try really hard and believe in yourself, you very rarely have to pay for anything ever again. One such thing is concerts – threaten to write a review of a show and receive a pair of passes for your troubles! From stand-up comedy to 70s powerhouses that only have one original member left in the band, membership has its privileges.
Perusing the concert listings for upcoming summer shows, however, it became apparent that outside of, gulp, Frontier City, the Metro’s musical venues and the music that they constantly play, to quote Morrissey, says nothing to me about my life. With such high hopes for the Criterion—who I do believe is trying and will get there— and the struggles of the Tower and their recent listings of Poppe-approved indie dregs, leave it to the state's amusement parks and casinos to take up the live music slack. And, at least at casinos, even if the show stinks, you still get all that free soda! ¡Cómpralo ya!