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The Price of Admission

The other day I was thinking about the new Police tour and the cost of admission to a high profile concert like that one. For an ordinary, middle class Joe like myself to get in to a show like that, I have to shell out about $100 per ticket, and that's not even one of the better seats in the house (especially a stadium venue). The really fortunate few who can afford seats close up (or are fanatics and/or stupid enough to spend that kind of cash) end up spending somewhere between $500 and $1000 a seat! Now, I realize that artists like Sting and Bruce and Peter Gabriel are charitable people and they donate unknown sums of money to worthy causes. But suppose an act like the Police were to take $1 from each ticket and donated it to a charity after each show.

One dollar.

A show like Dodgers Stadium, which is sold out, would generate (at least) sixty grand in one night. 60 GRAND! And that's being a little conservative. Imagine if they donated just $2. That would be $120,000 in a mere 2 hours. Multiply that by 60 or 70 dates and the numbers start to boggle the mind.

I am no numbers man. While I realize that the inflated price of tickets has many costs factored in, why can't the artists, especially big acts who have billions of dollars, take this small fraction and do some good with it. To me, it's a no brainer.

Perhaps I'm being naive. In fact, I'm sure I'm being naive. Like I said, I have no concept of the marketplace. In fact, I don't even know what the marketplace is. But I know that there are people out there who want to help. They want to make this world a better place. But so many of us can't afford to do that. Money's too tight, friends.

Maybe I'll start selling copies of "King's Highway" bootlegs over the internet and take a big cut out of each DVD sale to give to the CFF. At least I'll feel like I'm contributing.

Aloha

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