Piccini is the best!
Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 12:25 pm
Long story short (-ish).
On May 28, the biggest harcore show in the country is happening at Webster Hall in NYC. ProblemAddict had already snagged me a pre-sale ticket to the event (Gorilla Biscuits, fucking Agnotic Front, Sick Of It All, Terror, etc. etc. etc) so I could link up and go.
My kid got wind of this event via my Bookface page, and lost her shit (she is a huge Terror fan, among other bands attending). So, to spend awesome daddy-daughter time with badass hardcore music adventure, complete with a trip to Philly and NYC (a teenaged kid's dream), I decided to book her a plane ticket to get to DC to go with me.
Unfortunately, while waiting for her to get clearance to go from home, the pre-sale of the tickets ended (by one day!). The only way to get the remaining tickets for the show was to walk in to one of 3 places about NYC and pick them up by hand and in cash (I called to try to get them sent, even calling Civ from Gorilla Biscuits - an old acquaintance - but no luck. First come, first serve.
Now I am distraught. My poor timing boned the whole thing up. My kiddo is coming to DC, and I have not enough tickets to get us into the show. The last hope is to try and walk up to the box office on the day of the hugest hardcore show on Earth and hope I can get one. Dicey. Gambly. I am at risk of being Shittiest Dad Of Ever now. I am ready to drive up to NYC tomorrow to get these golden tickets, but sure that the lag of a day will mean the end of the adventure. In desparation, I put out an interweb call for any help I could find.
Who answers? Piccini! Not only did he pretty much instantly volunteer to help, but he took time out of his life to drive into Greenwich Village to Generation Records and snag me a couple of the last 25 tickets available for an event he doesn't really even give a damn about. Now I am back to Best Dad Evar, I will get to share this cool adventure with my daughter, and all is right again.
Thank you, Pete. You are a man of gold.
On May 28, the biggest harcore show in the country is happening at Webster Hall in NYC. ProblemAddict had already snagged me a pre-sale ticket to the event (Gorilla Biscuits, fucking Agnotic Front, Sick Of It All, Terror, etc. etc. etc) so I could link up and go.
My kid got wind of this event via my Bookface page, and lost her shit (she is a huge Terror fan, among other bands attending). So, to spend awesome daddy-daughter time with badass hardcore music adventure, complete with a trip to Philly and NYC (a teenaged kid's dream), I decided to book her a plane ticket to get to DC to go with me.
Unfortunately, while waiting for her to get clearance to go from home, the pre-sale of the tickets ended (by one day!). The only way to get the remaining tickets for the show was to walk in to one of 3 places about NYC and pick them up by hand and in cash (I called to try to get them sent, even calling Civ from Gorilla Biscuits - an old acquaintance - but no luck. First come, first serve.
Now I am distraught. My poor timing boned the whole thing up. My kiddo is coming to DC, and I have not enough tickets to get us into the show. The last hope is to try and walk up to the box office on the day of the hugest hardcore show on Earth and hope I can get one. Dicey. Gambly. I am at risk of being Shittiest Dad Of Ever now. I am ready to drive up to NYC tomorrow to get these golden tickets, but sure that the lag of a day will mean the end of the adventure. In desparation, I put out an interweb call for any help I could find.
Who answers? Piccini! Not only did he pretty much instantly volunteer to help, but he took time out of his life to drive into Greenwich Village to Generation Records and snag me a couple of the last 25 tickets available for an event he doesn't really even give a damn about. Now I am back to Best Dad Evar, I will get to share this cool adventure with my daughter, and all is right again.
Thank you, Pete. You are a man of gold.
