For some odd reason I was handed a stack of tickets for tonight's Train show at the Crystal Ballroom. That is terrible news. The good news? Uncle Kracker canceled.
Unlike our other contests were we require some effort from you, I just want these things off my desk. These tickets are killing my indie cred. (I now have to go listen to all 50 discs of the Merzbox just to bring my cred back up to previous levels.) Anyway, if you want these tickets—for whatever the reason, I won't judge you—email me and they are yours. You'll have to pick them up at our offices before 5:30pm today, but once you are softly rocking to... uh... whatever vaguely popular song Train sings, it'll all be worth it.
End Hits: Giving you things you do not want.