Tickets for the taYlor.
You don't know and I can't tell you. I know and have to say something. You'll know in a minute but you won't believe it. My daughter is Taylor Swifts biggest fan.
There isn't a move the Taylor makes that my kid doesn't have the inside scoop on. Every concert every lyric every bit of romance she's on it.
Between you and me I wouldn't go out with the Taylor. She puts it all in her songs.
I learned the hard way early on when I went out with Alanis Morrissette in the early nineties.
Anywhich way my kid missed school camp a week and a half ago. Devastated. An only child her sisters are her friends and schoolmates.
She got the flu and was home from school for a week. More devastated. Kid loves school. Did not get that from me.
Be grand. Wednesday the Taylor presale tickets became available to buy. We'll tie down two of them and the world will be put to rights.
We hedged our bets. Five devices at home and four relations were on all day trying.
Not a queue but a cloud. You're in the cloud and you may or may not get selected to come in and buy a ticket. Like the zombie apocalypse and we're the zombies outside hitting the sides of a big barn with ten seats inside. In this fuckin day and fuckin age.
240,000 tickets went on sale. 4,000,000 people tried to get them. A 1.7 % chance of getting tickets.
Shop shuts. No tickets secured in the house. Absolutely crushed.
Now I'm well aware there are kids looking for kidneys in the world and I did say she'd benefit from the disappointment as much as the success of getting them.
Was told probably not a good idea to say that to the kid. For health reasons.
She's 16. If the Taylor comes back in a couple of years when she's 18 it wouldn't be as devastating and I am thinking of all the kids that missed out but this is thee gig of her teenage life.
Anyway Friday was when the actual proper tickets went on sale. Two extra gigs added. Odds better.
Hopes up. Tickitek opened at 10 am. I had my phone on their site from 5 am. I'm packing vegetables for home deliveries at Organic Feast.
Also her mother her uncle her friends her grandparents who had the rosary beads over the top of the laptop and a statue of St Patrick and the Virgin Mary also out of the absolute kindness of their hearts the women in the 'Bring Hanson To Newcastle' group said if any of them got in they'd grab two extra tickets.
All day. Nothing. I had a migrane trying to work and at the same time check the phone every ten seconds. Finished work headed off into Newcastle to play my gig in Rydges.
Kept the phone on during the show. Nothing. First break. Second set. No bite.
Second set 5pm almost 12 hours since I started looking at my phone. Nothing
Second break I was sitting in the lounge I had Wes Montgomery playing and I suddenly though of my mother. She died 22 years ago and had never met her granddaughter. They would have loved each other. Two powerful women.
I've never asked her for help since she died for anything but I just said "Maura, your granddaughter needs help". Thinking sure what harm.
Back on stage played my last set. Checking the phone. Nothing.
As I was finishing my last song the phone rang. It was Róisín. Called her back.
"WE GOT TWO TICKETS!"
Her own phone clicked onto the site with 10 minutes to the final Sold Out announcement.
So you tell me................................................
So much of our energy as humans is trying to kill the feminine in today's world. Hard crushing angry grabbing breaking slamming.
But the female and femininity is the creativity and the maternal is eternal. Don't mess with mothers.
Or Granny's for that matter. They forget nothing and they never ever leave you.