Hallboy (aged 13) loves Weird Al. This is not something he picked up from browsing through my collection of CDs, or finding by skipping through the radio station. He somehow managed to find Weird Al all by himself, then proceeded to aquaint himself with All Things Weird Al. Occasionally, Hallboy will break out in song, the melody Micheal Jackson, or Nirvana, the lyrics completely Weird Al.
It’s been a weird bonding experience, this musical allure of Weird Al and my willingness to listen to Hallboy sing.
Weird Al is coming to the area. Based on a thread over in Cafe Society, where the virtues of a Weird Al concert were discussed, I thought that it might be a good idea to deepen those bonds with Hallboy and take him to see Weird Al in concert. Unfortunately, we missed the closest performance (in Philly) and I thought all was lost, until I saw the ad in the local newspaper. It seems that Weird Al has decided to make a stop in our local town, so tickets were purchased.
Hallboy seems nonplussed about the whole situation. “Why did you spend $82 on tickets?” he asked me, uncomprehending how I would willingly drop 82 scarce dollars for two tickets so we can listen to songs he has on CD. Hallboy doesn’t understand what it’s like to watch ones favorite performer, live for the very first time. (J. Giles Band, I remember you all, as my virginal self was initially exposed to my first concert back in the early '80s.)
So, Weird Al, welcome to the 'Burg. Do right by Hallboy and we’re looking forward to the show.
But $82 for two tickets? Jiminey Cricket, that’s steep when the budget is tight!