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Torrential rainfall (since given way to brilliant sunshine) made me regret not having Glenn Tilbrook tickets less. I did want to see him—the last time I did was when Squeeze was touring for Babylon & On, which doesn’t seem like all that long ago, let alone more than 15 years past. Notably, they played somewhere that didn’t require driving.
For a very long time, I’ve blamed the dependency of concert tours as one of the main reasons why pop music took such a dive that it’s taken 30 years to even begin dragging itself out (though the aforementioned Mr Tilbrook and Elvis Costello are among the minority exceptions to the rule). I enjoy the intimacy of small-venue concerts but even those have come to incur a substantial ticket charge, and the eternal crisis of driving and parking tempers my excitement whenever anyone good comes through town (I missed Aimee Mann for the selfsame reasons, and passed up an opportunity to see Paul McCartney).
I’d want to see Brian Wilson again, but a part of me hopes the SMiLE tour skips Cleveland.
