It was a fairly random e-mail in April that kicked all this off, at first I thought it was just a weird bit of Spam, but no, The Pixies (via their fan mailing list) had invited me to gig at the Troxy in London.
An exclusive(ish) gig, in a small venue for only two nights, Thursday 3rd and Friday 4th of June. I checked out the site, paid my money and got my e-ticket for the Friday night! Thrilled that I was going to see one of my favourite bands.
Fast forward a couple of months, and I’ve checked the train times, printed the tickets and booked the time off work. The train journey itself was enough of a battle, getting to London is always a hassle, and the afternoon trains going in the opposite direction of rush hour where no different. I managed to meet my girlfriend and get to the Troxy, everything was good… till we got to the front of the queue.
The ticket guys on the door were using iPhones to scan each of the tickets, I handed mine over and “Beep” *Bzzzzt*, strange, try it again “Beep” *Bzzzzt*, thats odd, this ticket’s not working, neither was my girlfriends ticket. Cut to a slow zoom to the date at the top of the printed ticket, then a fast pan to my face, somehow.. somehow I had gotten tickets for the Thursday night, we were a day late!
We went and stood at the front desk of the Troxy, I made pleading eyes with the manager looking at my tickets, an honest mistake I told him, just my own stupidity, I pleaded, we’re up from Brighton for the gig, this was supposed to be awesome… He went away, checked the tickets… checked them again, had a chat with someone else, and then came over looking stern… Have a great time… you can’t go in the balcony, but we’ll let you in the standing area!
AWESOME, best gig ever, mainly from the fear of not getting in at all! We were right up front, just above the mosh pit. Great to see the Pixies are still rocking 20 years after Doolittle!