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a ticket to you

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

22 Jul 2022 — 2 min read

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A couple of weeks ago, I got an email telling me I could sign up for a lottery tog et a link to buy tickets to one of the concerts on Bruce Springsteen’s upcoming tour. The date closest to me is in March 2023 at a relatively small arena, compared to some of the places I have seen him play.

I love the Boss. I am ready to see him again. His live shows with the E Street Band are something to behold. So, I signed up and got a text a couple of nights ago telling me I could log in with a special code this morning at ten to buy tickets, which I did, only to find that the cheapest seat in the house was $450 before Ticketmaster added their fees. Floor seats were $1250.

I guess “tramps like us” means people with a lot of disposable income.

In December of 2021, Bruce sold his song catalog to Sony for $550 million. Who knows how much he has made on records and his other tours. I know it’s not cheap to tour. Next week, Ginger and I are going to see Lyle Lovett and are going to sit on the second row for $150 each, and Lyle is not going hungry.

Needless to say, I have seen my last Springsteen concert. To deal with my frustration and sadness, I wrote new lyrics to “A Letter for You,” a song off of his last record. I don’t imagine he will ever see it, but who knows.

A Ticket to You

'Neath a crown of hopeful fans I joined that bothersome queue Sat down in my chair Clicked the link so I’d get through To hear the songs that my heart finds true And get myself a ticket to you

Songs I’ve loved through hard times and good You wrote 'em all out in ink and blood They speak to my soul because they ring so true And hoped to get a ticket to you

Just a ticket to you And take all my fears and doubts Yes, a ticket to you But the hard thing I found out Is a ticket to you Is too much for me to do I can’t afford a ticket to you

Five hundred bucks to just get in the door A thousand more to get down on the floor Your cashing in and your fans are getting screwed If they want a ticket to you If they want a ticket to you

For a ticket to you I shouldn’t have to get a loan And that ticket to you Means my trust in you is blown With a ticket to you I wouldn’t see the guy I knew I’m not gonna get a ticket to you I’m not gonna get a ticket to you

You’re breaking my heart, Boss.

Peace,
Milton

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