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who who, who who.

The Who are playing tomorrow night.

I do not have tickets.

I feel bad about this, but... I don't know how being reminded the music of my puberty is going to affect me, other than wishing I could go back and try to play my hand better this time. (I could spend my life hoping for a reset button.)

Opportunities to see any version of them live are rapidly dwindling, I know it's not going to be like the shows that made me a fan and send snail mail and GET snail mail back from Pete Townshend. (Yes, I still have his letters. But I rarely dig them out because people freak, and... I have no idea where they ended up since the move... well, I have it narrowed down to about 8 boxes of thickly packed assorted paper memorabila, which would be a pain to excavate.)

But, he DID answer mail back when postage cost money and stuff, and... yeah.

So, that said, if you know of a homeless Who ticket, let me know.

Sorta want to let synchroncity make this decision for me, or something.