"Don't I look warm and cozy
in the billion-dollar coat
my fans paid for?"
It's that time of year again! Miss Streisand has emerged from her groundhog hole (which I'm sure has an interior of egg-shell white), to grace us with her "last" [wait ... wait, I'm laughing] concert. And, just like Barbra's last-last concert, her ticket prices are crazy high.
Barbra can you hear me? ... Bitch, please. You need to stop.
Stop coming out every other year with your sad routine of, "I'm shy and have stage-fright ... but I'll put on a concert for 1 trillion dollars a ticket!". Sure you have a beautiful voice, it's amazing, kudos to you. But, you are not the voice of God, so stop charging prices like every time you sing a note an angel pops out of your ass. Now, that I'd pay for!
I mean, you don't even do anything. You just stand at center-stage, wearing your tired Donna Karan gown, with one hand on a white microphone and the other on a bar stool. If I'm paying $800 to see you, you had better pull a rabbit out of somewhere. Oh, and FYI, white microphones are tacky and look like vibrators. Break a leg!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
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Damn skippy!!... Let it be known to bloggers like you that my first shows were only 10 bucks a ticket and I still paid shit out of pocket!
So if I ever go to $1,000 a ticket one day, its interest.. lol
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