Once I was moneybags! Once. It probably ended on this night actually – I remember shouting two friends to this gig, on a whim really. I had one of the albums by the Soweto String Quartet and I was into it enough to want to see the show – it was also at a time in my life when I was hungry for any gig-experience really. So I’d see the touring bands, whatever, whoever, whenever. And I bought three tickets to this – and albums at the gig. All on student loan, back in the days of lump-sum payments, you’d ring up and press the keys on your phone to get an amount of money transferred into your account.
Sometime, around the time of this gig, I took about a dozen people out to dinner and bought a Mike Oldfield boxset.
So it was hard to know what I was up to really, or when and where me and my student-loan money would strike.
I remember liking this show a great deal – even with all the phoney-ish theme-park styled dress-ups and dance-moves. But that’s what you get when you’re there on a whim. In a way. Geddit? Whim. A Way. Whim. A way.
Saw the Soweto String Quartet about a decade later – this time for work. Two free tickets. Shit it was stupid. We were gone at halftime.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.