Apologies

Let me just go ahead and preemptively apologize for the following post. You may want to skip it of your sense of humor has developed past that of a 7th grader. Or if you are still opposed to racism (which is so three decades ago).

I just got off the phone with the box office at the Hi-Fi. I am pretty sure I got tickets to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. It's a nice venue and about as far from my apartment here as the Bowery Ball Room is from 29. (I've pretty much recreated my NYC life exactly here in Melbourne, proving the tenant that where ever you go, there you are.)

I know English is hard to learn. I can't speak any other languages and I am quite impressed with immigrants who come to foreign lands and learn to speak a new language. That said, I think the staffing of someone with poor English language skills answering the phone at a box office is an interesting choice. I spent 20 minutes repeating and confirming credit card numbers and confirmation numbers. "3. 3. 3! ... No, 3 like the third..." [I'm thinking of Curtiss calling the Korean live sushi place now, "You come tomorrow, this afternoon now?"]

This process was complicated by the fact that person assisting me with my ticket called the band I am going to see "Yes Crap in Hand Yes" which sounds more like a dire explanation and less like a rock band that went back in a time machine to the 1980s and captured David Byrne's voice in a jar. I am really just going to the show to see if the jar is on stage.