Why I had an amazing experience yet still want my money back

I had a most wonderful evening a couple of weeks ago, climaxing with tickets to the sold-out Decemberists show at the Riviera.  It was a great concert, with high-energy, a crowd who was there to actually listen to the show, new and old songs, an easy to get to and easy to see in venue, non-ridiculous ticket prices, and a nice boy next to me.

So, why do I want my money back?

I was driving to one of my schools yesterday, a twenty-six-ish minute drive.  I listened to Sons & Daughters on repeat the whole way there.  And home.  Singing at the top of my lungs.  I do not know why I love this song so much.  Weird lyrics.  Amazing harmony.  Guitar-picking that makes the heart melt.  Rounds – who doesn’t love rounds in songs?  Boyfriend says it’s the crescendo.  Whatever the reason, I love it.  And the Decemberists didn’t play it.

I’ve gone to concerts before where there was a song I really wanted to hear and the artist didn’t play it.  But I’ve never not gotten over the fact, usually just shrugging my shoulders and saying “Oh well.”  Yet here I am.  Three weeks later.  Upset.  Fist waving.  Cursing Colin, who I’m sure is a perfectly nice man who doesn’t deserved to be cursed at.  Demanding he repay me.

Or at least give me a private in-home concert.  Playing just that song.  Over and over.