Educate me on buying tickets the day of the event

The venue is not going to reduce their ticket prices. I don't think they can, honestly. You'll have to rely on the other ticket sites.

I recently bought tickets the day of. There were still tickets available on ticketmaster at at the lowest tier / cheapest, but their fees are insane and turned a pair of $38 tickets into $130 total. It was too much for me for those seats. There were several tickets listed on Stubhub at the lowest tier too...so I figured those would drastically go down in price, below face value, the closer it got to the event. They did. At one point, there were several tickets listed for better seats for less than $100 after fees...but I got a little greedy and kept waiting for a better deal. about 4-5 hours before the event, all the good deals evaporated, and there were a handful of tickets for better seats that never changed their prices and never sold.

So I started looking on craigslist and found a pair for $110, and good seats too. The only catch was that I had to take a risk and send this dude money and trust he'd actually send me the tickets through ticketmaster. He did, fortunately.

Cliffs: Check stubhub and other ticket sites the day of the event, especially if the event hasn't sold out of the lower tier seats. Set some price alerts on stubhub or other apps so that you get notified once tickets are available at the price you want, and you can snatch them up.

Walk around the venue before the show with 1 finger in the air and shout ‘ i need a miracle.’

The tickets are $39, after taxes and fees probably right at $50. I've seen 3 different concerts at the S'port MA as every seat in the house is great and the acoustics are incredible. I drive in from Lafayette and have walked up twice the day of the show and paid face value which was pretty much the same price. The days of $25 concert tickets for big name performers are a thing of the past. Buy a ticket on the balcony, front row, center and go enjoy 2+ hours of live music. I have no doubt it will be one of the better concerts you've seen.

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I have never waited until the day of an event to buy a ticket.

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You should go out more in a city that's worth a shite

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That was a great trip.

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But was it long and strange?

The band will turn in tickets they're not going to use and you can get front rows for face.
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Had a friend who worked at Cajundome call day of concert and had Front Row for Skynyrd for face value.

Gary Rossington was only feet away. Great memories.

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But was it long and strange?

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Always.

I mean, we drove from Columbus to Vegas and back again. My friend Chris didn’t think his car could handle the mountains so we went south and took Route 66. We met some girls from Arkansas on the road and they wound up sharing our hotel room in Vegas with us. After we pulled off at some restaurant to meet, I took over driving their car the rest of the way. There was one little cutie that I had a little flirtation with but I decided to be faithful to my girlfriend back home. My relationship with that girlfriend didn’t last, she wasn’t entirely faithful to me, and in retrospect maybe I should’ve handled things differently.

On the way back home we stopped in a grocery in Tucumcari, NM and bought steaks and ears of corn. I bought dried habañero peppers (the package included the tilde) for the first time. Those were a revelation and that’s a whole other story.

Anyway, we wound up camping in an undeveloped campground just east of there where you just pull off the road into the desert. Every so often they’d have a slab of cement with a slanted roof above it. We set up our tent next to one of those. We scoured whatever scrub wood and brush we could and built a little fire with stones we gathered and arranged in a circle. My friend Mark, bass player for the local Dead/classic rock/jam band cover band Local Color, had brought along a grill grate and a little bag of charcoal where you just light the bag. Poof! Before long we had a little campfire on one side of the circle and glowing charcoal on the other. We had a tasty meal of steaks and corn on the cob.

That’s big sky country. In the distance we could see a storm approaching. It was a pretty cool sight. It didn’t hit us until after we were all asleep. It woke us up. It was torrential. And loud. But the tent held up and we stayed dry.

If the thunder don’t get you then the lightning will?

Not in this case.

The next day we got pulled over in Texas because, allegedly, we failed to properly signal before a lane change. It was on an 8-lane divided highway that ran straight-as-an-arrow west-to-east for hundreds of miles. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that there were three longhair hippie people in a car with Ohio plates and covered with Dead stickers. We managed to socially engineer our way out of that situation. My friend Mark and I engaged the old cop while the young, eager, gung-ho cop who wanted to search the car took the driver Chris back to their patrol car to grill him. When it came time for Chris to sign permission for them to search the car (there may have been a tin of homegrown under the front seat,) Chris said, “I’m not signing anything.” The eager young cop came up to the older cop and said he wanted to search the car. The older cop said, “For what?!”

And with that we were on our way. No ticket, no nothing.