Julia is banned from the Budweiser Stage.
That collosium venue perpetuating Dantes Inferno was the battleground. Everyone either hates because it feels like you are rolling into the pits of hell, or loves because I don't know its "history." Whatever, great. You can't smoke there too and it's outdoors, so the redundancies persist.
The Cure was playing that night, a night Julia and her friend, Sonja, assumed would lead them to access GA despite their 300-section tickets.. Listen, everyone sneaks into the GA section it's not impossible. Allegedly. Let me rephrase that, everyone allegedly can somehow find their way into GA.
"We basically pull up to Budweiser after literally chugging Stoli, we were so geeked to be there belligerent," she typed.
So this is what Julia did, she tried to scan her other friend's tickets to get into the GA section. Julia and Sonja took one ticket and went in from different sides. Eventually, security caught on and told them they had to leave multiple times. But that didn't stop them. They had a mission, and no one, not even security was going to stop them from seeing Robert and what I firmly believe is Andy Warhol's old wig dyed black. He was everything. He is everything.
After wandering for a bit in GA, they were caught again. "The security was all over us and we kept ignoring them, then a whole group of them physically grabbed us and forced us to leave."
You have to understand, at this point, that both of them were in deep. They made it this far, they were literally in the depths of GA. There was no going back, it was do or die.
Soon, the bribery began. $20 exactly. Then came the disguises. Searching for scalpers. Julia and Sonja wrapped Cure merch shirts they'd purchased around their head to try to get back in. Nothing worked. At this point, the two of them were a Mickey and a half in.
This is when the last resort and the climax of the story kicks in.
You know how around the venue it's like a mild swamp, the trenches basically. They both decided to walk around the venue in the swamp-like muck and ran through the back trying to make their way back in. Cops. cops, cops, cops, cops, all inside chasing the two of them down.
"We were running in our Demonias."
They detained the both of them, gave them a warning and said if they ever returned within the year, they'd be arrested.
Until June 14., 2024, Julia is banned from the Budweiser Stage.
Here is the transcript of Julia's close friend's stories she posted that night after the show:
"I'm actually very self-aware, sometimes I do too much, it's true. I'm a passionate girl, I can't help it. But honestly, me and Sonja were drawn like a fucking moth to the flame to GA. Didn't work out. And honestly, there was nothing that we would not fucking do to get back into the show. We did some drastic shit, and now we're banned...for a year from Budweiser. But, we would stop at nothing. It was going to happen, it was, you know, it was just in the cards. Honestly, next concert, fucking best behaviour. Showing up early, not going to let the Stoli lead me astray. I'm going to be a good god-fearing girl. Okay. Good night."
"But, honestly, in its purest form, it was just some real insane feral fangirl shit. Like, we tried everything to get back in. We tried to bribe the security, we tried to haggle with the scalpers, we put on fucking disguises. We walked all the way across the canal in the swamp, in the bush, in our Demonias, and tried to run through the back. If there was a way to get in, we would've found it. The love we have for this band is just endless, you know. We had a vision of what our life could be, what the night could be and we did every conceivable thing in our power to try and get that. But, you know sometimes you can't win against the fascist forces. But, it was real."
What Julia and Sonja did raises an interesting question; if god shows us a way in, do we not follow the lord into the light? Or in this case, if god wanted Julia and Sonja out of the venue, why did they open so many doors to get back in. Aren't the cops just a test to the heavenly gates of The Cure?
Now I know, Robert had a whole schpeel about making tickets accessible and ethically priced. He fought the "good fight" against Live Nation and Ticketmaster. But listen, if you can find a way into a more expensive section for free, literally swimming in a swamp, then it's your god-giving right to be there.
I don't mean to bring god into this, but I like doing that. I'm not religious, if anything I'm Hindu, so maybe baghwan? Anyways...
We're in an age where we pretty much have to suck the teet of Ticketmaster and other ticket sellers to get a tiny crumb of an artist. Ticket sellers and resellers overcharge to the point that we'd jointly have to either start an illegal dog fighting ring under the Gardiner Express or some black market organ farm. Shit is expensive beyond compare.
So buy that $20-50 ticket and go where your Demonia's take you. If it's to $136+ GA, then make your way.
We can't make rent. We can't create art. We can't do anything without money RKO-ing us into oblivion. Which one of you paid over $900 to see cult mother Swift? Or Miss Knowles? Or bought a $400 resale ticket to Death Grips?
So, what Julia, and possibly five other people, did that night was shove ticket seller's jacked-up prices so far up their asses that they'd need a heavily pressurized mechanical douche to flush it out.
Let Julia back into Budweiser. End the futile state of purchasing concert tickets. Burn the big corporations stealing our money for an hour-and-a-half show. Bring our girl home.
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