There was a time when the dream of seeing your favorite band meant fighting Ticketmaster queues, paying $18 for parking, and wondering whether you’ll be close enough to actually recognize the artist.
There was a time when the dream of seeing your favorite band meant fighting Ticketmaster queues, paying $18 for parking, and wondering whether you’ll be close enough to actually recognize the artist.
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