I read recently that next Friday’s Sigur Ros concert at the BJCC has not only not sold out already, but that there are tickets available on a buy one get one free basis. On the one hand, this is great news for people who may not have been able to afford the tickets when they first went on sale.
However, some early buyers are surely miffed at having to pay what now amounts to double.
In either case, I can’t help but feel like this is some kind of karma: Birmingham doesn’t get to complain about not getting any “big shows”, then sleep on the big shows when they do come.
Too many times in my show-going life, I’ve heard people lamenting about having to drive to Atlanta or Nashville to see that big show that’s “never coming to Birmingham anyway”. Be careful what you wish for: you just might get it.
I’ve seen Sigur Ros live twice: once at the Tabernacle, and again at the Michigan Theater. Some drunk guy hooting in the balcony the entire show in Atlanta kept Sigur Ros from returning for an encore, but it was a blissful event nonetheless. In Ann Arbor, there were no drunken slobs, so we were treated to the beautiful set AND an encore performance ending with “#8 (Popplagio)” from “( )”. It is rare (unless you are on some legally questionable mind-altering substances) to have a musical performance transcend watching some guys playing music and turn into experiencing the music the way a Sigur Ros concert does.
Silence between musical phrases becomes deafening. Your heart pounds in time with the pace of the drums. You feel each note. Insert another emoting musical cliche here. You get the idea.
Folks, don’t let this show become that Creed show at the BJCC a few years ago, where tickets were available for a PENNY the day of the show (not that I’m endorsing Creed, even though we all know Creed Shreds). If you waited this long for tickets, buy two and take a friend. Take
your mom. Take your roommate. Take the money you saved on a ticket and buy their new album “Kveikur”. Take a cute girl and be there to hold her hand and be a shoulder to cry on, because it will be needed. Otherwise, the next time Birmingham evokes its self-fulfilling prophecy of never getting good shows, it will need that shoulder to cry on when shows skip over us because we let other cities’ high-demand tickets turn into twofers.