I just purchased tickets for American Music Club’s show at the Old Town School of Folk Music. I’m still a bit light-headed with a I-just-purchased-fabulous-tickets-over-the-phone giddiness. The show isn’t until March, so I’m sure the lustre of my excitement will wear off a smidge by then.

This is something I have been wanting to see for a long time and figured it would never happen as they disbanded after they released 1994’s San Francisco. I haven’t even seen Mark Eitzel live! He and I keep passing like strangers in the night. Mostly because every concert he has in my vicinity is on a Sunday and I have this pesky conscience that tells me to keep the Sabbath Day holy. So it would be more appropriate to say that he and I keep passing like strangers on a Sunday - one on his way to church and the other a philistine with fantastic songwriting abilities.

The Old Town School of Folk Music’s website announced that this was only one of three shows scheduled in the country. This makes it all the more exciting. I can now use my tickets as a means of showing my superior taste and initiative to all of my friends that aren’t so lucky or cultured to attend.

No.

I shall mend my ways. I will only use my tickets for good. Darned conscience.