Cutting back on gardening to travel? Really?

That's me planting peppers a few weeks ago in what amounts to about a third of our too-big-for-two garden.  Photo credit - Chris Korbulic, 

In another lifetime—more than 30 years ago—I wrote a weekly column for a local paper. I could not have foreseen that one day I would be writing column-like pieces on a blog, a then-unfathomable concept, with no one cracking the editorial whip. I miss that whip! My own is made of palm fronds and peacock feathers, but I manage to produce a blog once or twice a month, and here we go.

One of those long-ago "write one no matter what" pieces was about abandoning gardening. It was composed during a mid-life crisis in the late eighties when PK and I had two kids, two jobs, an apple orchard and a significant garden. We couldn't do it all. We decided to keep the kids but ditch the garden.

I remember writing then that we still maintained a small plot, but that it was the size of a king-sized bed.

Now we've been kid-free for years, have ripped out most of the time-sucking orchard, and are fully retired with time enough to be dangerous and out of control. As a result, our 2014 garden was roughly the size of Wal Mart.

This was the July garden a few years back before we unwittingly painted our house the color of garden dirt.  (See photo below.)

We're trying to cut back. But here's the thing, especially in the Southern Oregon spring.  It feels good and right to dig in the dirt under a benevolent blue sky, to tease tenacious crabgrass roots from compacted soil, and stir composted manure into garden rows. I'm romanticizing gardening here, but only a little.

It feels good to plant the baby peppers, tomatoes and eggplants even as they tremble in the wind and suffer sunburn. Soon they will harden off and burst into pre-production vigor, only to go ballistic in August and September and shoot cannon loads of veggies into the kitchen for processing.


Now I'm complaining about abundance, which is such a ridiculous rich-white-person's non problem.

But here's the thing.  I'm struggling with how to live the last third of life—how to strike a balance between loving my home and garden while also satisfying the hunger to travel while I still can. While we still can.

Can we have it both ways? We're trying. We've planted a more modest garden,* but in a few days we're traveling for a month.

Planting a garden. Leaving for a month. What are we thinking? 

Some important adjustments have been made, especially regarding watering, which, thanks to PK, is now mostly automatic via some fancy programmable soaker hose and sprinkling doodads. A gardening friend will stop by to rescue anything that is gasping and maybe yank a few weeds.

Do we really need all these peppers, PK?  I ask in front of our home, painted the same color as our garden dirt.  But not on purpose. Photo credit: Chris Korbulic

*A more modest garden equals, in plants or rows:

• 12 tomatoes 
• 26 peppers 
• 2 zucchinis 
• 2 butternut squash
• 3 eggplants
• 12-15 cantaloupes 
• 5 basil 
• 4-6 cucumbers
• 1/8 row beets
• 1 row onions, sweets and keepers
• sunflowers and other annuals to transform the garden into a bird and bee convention center

I know. That's quite a list for a "modest garden," and the cannon will still shoot way too much into the harvest kitchen come early fall.

But change is in the air. Maybe next year I can write that we have finally pushed the reset button and are taking a year off.  

If we do take a gardening hiatus, it will be temporary, because we both love it and need it. But when it comes to size,  perhaps we'll be thinking more along the lines of  "king-sized bed" rather than Wal Mart. 

A glorious bird, bee and butterfly paradise from a few years back.   

NEXT - A month-long road trip in the Four Wheel Camper should be worth a few posts. 

Farm Fresh Kale and Strawberry Salad

Tina Arapolu co-owner of Easy Valley (organic) Farm in Southern Oregon, helps produce tons of veggies just a couple miles from where I live. I asked her to show me where she grows kale.  Wow! The hoop house was rockin' with vitamin vibes from all that kick-ass kale. Maybe you don't get as excited about kale as I do? It is an acquired obsession.

PK and I enjoyed yet another potluck party last weekend, prompting me to fiddle around making one more raw kale salad. When a pot-lucker  told me that it was the first kale dish she'd ever liked ,and she couldn't even taste the kale, and a few more asked for the recipe, I figured it was worth a yet another kale recipe post. This will be the eleventh! (Scroll down for links to earlier recipes.)


But this one is really good. It's all about using super fresh ingredients and a homemade strawberry vinaigrette dressing.  I think the dressing would make cardboard palatable.

One bunch of just-picked lacinato kale is $2.50 at Tina's

make-your-own change farm stand. I prefer this variety for salads. And

I love the country feel of the on-your-honor sales approach.

Local berries, one mile away, are the BEST! Our berry
crop failed this year so I frequent the strawberry stand. 

Let's get to the dang recipe! This is a non commercial blog and lacks a "print" button, but you can do it the old-fashioned way: select and copy the recipe to a word processing program.

Kale Salad with Strawberry Vinaigrette

6-8 servings

1 bunch of farm-fresh kale, de-ribbed and chopped
1/2 head (small-medium) organic cabbage, chopped
1 small-medium sweet spring onion with some greens, sliced
1 handful of arugula, chopped (optional, I just happened to have some)
1/4 to  1/3 cup dried cranberries (dried cranberries have a lot of sugar. They taste great in the salad, but leave out if you're diabetic or avoiding carbs.)
1/3 cup crumbled feta cheese 
1/3 cup roasted salted pumpkin seeds (or slivered almonds, roasted pecans or another roasted seed or nut)
1 pint fresh strawberries, sliced

Directions
Chop the kale, cabbage and arugula, if using. Add the white parts of the sliced onion and the cranberries. Mix in a salad bowl and cover, or store in a plastic bag and refrigerate, if making several hours in advance.

An hour or so before serving, assemble the mixed kale, cabbage, arugula, cranberries and onion and toss with dressing in a salad bowl. Start with 4 tablespoons of dressing and add more as necessary.

Let it marinate. refrigerated for at least a half hour. Before serving, sprinkle the feta cheese on top, followed by the nuts or seeds, then the sliced strawberries.  Sprinkle with the sliced green onion tops, or substitute chives. 

Strawberry Vinaigrette Salad Dressing

I reviewed a dozen or so recipes and finally came up with this, which turned out great. 

1/2 cup strawberry vinegar*
3/4 cup oil. I used half avocado oil and half olive oil
3 tablespoons honey, or to taste. This yields a light to moderately sweet dressing. Low-carbers can choose Splenda, stevia or other low-carb sweeteners. 
1 teaspoon celery seed
1/2 teaspoon dried mustard

Directions
Use a wire whisk or a food processor to blend ingredients. The oil may separate, so shake or stir before dressing the salad.

*Strawberry Vinegar

This recipe is adapted from Epicurious. It is the essential ingredient in strawberry vinaigrette dressing. It is incredibly fresh and strawberry-tasting.

Make it a couple hours, or even a day ahead. Don't freak out! It's easy! You can use this fruity vinegar for a week or so, according to Epicurious. I tripled the recipe because I was making salad for 36 people. One recipe would have been plenty! The ingredients below make about two cups of vinegar. Adjust accordingly.

1 pound strawberries, trimmed (3 cups)
2 tablespoons sugar (or low-carb sweetener)
2 cups white balsamic vinegar, or, as adapted by me who lacks access to white balsamic, 1 cup unseasoned rice vinegar and 1 cup balsamic

Directions
Using a food processor, pulse berries with sugar until finely chopped and juicy. Lacking a food processor? Try a potato masher. Transfer to a bowl and add vinegar. Stir. Let stand one hour or more. Strain vinegar through a fine-mesh sieve into a bowl. This can take 30 minutes or more. Discard solids. Refrigerate, covered, in a glass jar. Stays fresh tasting for about a week. 

Why bother eating kale? 

Here are the Top Ten Health Benefits. 

Curly kale. Great for kale "chips", soups, frittatas etc. 

Lacinato kale, AKA  dinosaur or Tuscan. Mild.

Siberian kale, mild and also good for chopped salads.

More kale recipes from Ordinary Life

Kale chips!
Asian Mexican Fusion Kale Salad
Creamed kale with dried tomatoes
Kale and Yoga Eggs Fritatta
Killer Kale Salad with Sesame Dressing
Savory Eggs, Kale, Prosciutto Breakfast
Kick Butt Kale Soup
Key to a Happy Marriage (includes kale!)
Spring Smoothie
Quinoa Kale Salad

Spring Salad - Asparagus, Avocado, Kale  and Cabbage
The potluck party that inspired this recipe. (spring salad)

Heartbreak and Hope - Voices from Nepal

Just a week after an earthquake devastated much of Nepal, the headlines have gravitated to newer, fresher, disasters. Such is life in the 24-hour news cycle and the accompanying national attention deficit disorder.

PK and I spent a few weeks in the fall of 2014 in Nepal with the founder and five members of the Bright Futures Foundation. 

BFF is a small non profit that helped build and staff a village clinic and also provided a top notch 12-year education to around 25 kids from impoverished Nepali families. It is safe to say that many of the relationships that developed over the past 14 years, both at the clinic and with families whose children were lifted from poverty, are as tender and enduring as any enjoyed within close-knit families.

Thus  it was that news of the recent earthquake was received with anguish. Earthquake victims aren't nameless, faceless masses, but loved ones. The flow of information between BFF, especially founder Catherine Wood, and Nepali people, has been at once healing and heartbreaking.

Below are messages and photos sent from Nepal, as well as pictures taken during happier times.

The following April 30 message was emailed to Catherine Wood by Samip Bhatta, the first student whose education was sponsored by BBF, and directly by Catherine and her husband, Michael. The Woods continued to support Samip as he received his bachelor's degree in aeronautical engineering. He now works for an airline in Kathmandu and is dreaming of a master's degree. He calls Catherine "mom" because the bond between them is akin to mother and son.  

Catherine asked for a photo, and this is what Samip sent of himself, his parents Anita and Raju and Grandmother. The Bhatta family is back in their home, but life is hard.

Samip's words, April 30, 2015 

Mom, everything is getting back to normal and so I'm sorry I couldn't email you on time since we were out of electricity and had no communication.I really can't imagine the day that shook the whole world. I was on my bed, grandmother was watching television and Raju and Anita were on roof to water the  plants. Then suddenly we got hit. I was completely blank. I didn't know what to do. I took grandma, then Raju and Anita followed me out of house.

Then it strikes again. This time i can see my house moving as if it is going to touch the ground. We thought this is over and our house is gonna go down. Our eyes were full of tears and we can't speak a single word. But thank god, Mom, nothing happened.  But my laptop and cellphone broke into pieces because they had been charging.  I asked my parents, it's not safe to stay at home so we headed to the street along with one floor mat. On the street I can see kids crying, families praying for their lives, and people's eyes full of tears .I cannot explain mom, ooh god ......

We just had one floor mat so i asked Grandma to sleep on it. We didn't eat anything expect biscuit and water. No rescue team NO relief. No food. No shelter. Mom, right now my eyes are full of tears. We don't have blanket to put on us .It was cold and it was raining too. We all prayed god, and we actually remembered you and Michael. We chatted and talked and tried to remember good things and actually recalled our times with you. The first night was over. 

It's early in the morning , still raining. Could not go back into house to grab some food because it's all wet and walls may fall down, so we just have to satisfy ourselves with water and some biscuit. Everyone is scared. And no food. Nothing. We were so hungry so i decided it's better to go inside and get some bitten rice and water and peanuts and jam. As we were eating, it struck hard again.This time our water tank was destroyed and i can see the leakage on tank.

Mom, just imagine no food no electricity no communication no shelter and no water for four days. But then things got better and we can at least drink water and eat some boiled potatoes.

Mom, everything is so expensive. Even one noodle costs you 50 rupees when actually its price is 15. And the Government is like a stone. They don't care about us.
Right now we are planning to fix the water tank since it's almost out of the roof and we can see some  serious holes. We need to replace it.  Apart from that everything is fine and don't you worry, mom. Nobody can challenge Nature. 

Samip and Catherine Wood, October 2014.  

Thank god you are there for us, even your email gives us force. Wanna hug you so tightly, mom.

Your loving son, 
Samip

KeshavThapa is BFF's only paid employee, the foundation's liaison with the school and clinic. A Kathmandu resident, he has a master's degree in population studies, an endless capacity for  handling myriad details, and a huge loving heart. He has gained the respect of all who know him, and that's saying something. Below he's speaking with BFF sponsors, October 2014.

 

The email below was written to me. I met Keshav in Nepal in 2002 and we became brother and sister in a two-hour ceremony filled with flowers, food and ritual. "Didi" is a term of endearment. I've lightly edited his email.

Didi, we skipped from mouth of death. It was unimagined events suddenly. At that time we were eating lunch,  but suddenly vibrate the home and we quickly run away on the ground and we saw everywhere clouds of dust because many houses were collapsed. Aaryan and Susma were crying. The electric pole was down and telephone lines, electricity line was cut off. So I was not able to call to any one. But after a few hours the mobile started to work so I called to Galaxy. (He lists the people he was able to contact and those he could not, and tells of continuing interruptions in cell service and electricity.)

 Fortunately my neighbors helped me to charge the mobile from their inverter so I was able to contact Catherine didi and my mama Karen (Moss) I feel so happy and relieved when I heard from them and I feel that I have people who are loving us from very far.

That night we stayed on the open ground without any shade or food because we could not get anything from our house due to the continuing earthquakes. But soon we made common shade and we feel quite comfort. But then rainfall came so it was unimagined difficult situation. (He tells about contacting people from the Bhotechaur clinic.)

Susma, Keshav, Aaryan

We returned home morning of 29 April, but again that night also have earthquake, but it was 4.2 and less affecting. This morning also have 4.5 earthquake centralized in Kathmandu.

I was just able to rejoin the landline telephone and internet cable. As of today’s news (April 30) around 6000 people died and 14,000 people found injured but still doing rescue in the far area of Sindhupalchowk district where 100 percent of mud houses are collapsed. (The Bhotechaur clinic is in this district.)

I estimate that around 15,000 people have died because many buses, cars and motorcycle were covered by landslides on the roads, so nobody knows how many were there.

Still do not know how many people are in the houses of many parts of Sindhupalchowk district survived because it is very hard to rescue even from helicopter because of rain and clouds in the mountainous area. 

School buildings, official buildings are also collapsed in the Sindhupalchow district. My family house in my home village is also collapsed and my nephew and her mother were covered but rescued after three hours. They are OK, no injuries. I heard that the wood (in the house construction) saved them.

Within Kathmandu Valley, all historical temples except Pasupatinath and Krishna Mandir in Patan, collapsed. Historical places and museums are also collapsed.   

The government has announced that all schools are closed until 14th of May. Now we are OK. But the possibility  of communicable disease is very high because of open defecation by the people who were in the open ground, dead animals etc. Presently we are having water problems rather than food shortage.

 Didi we have new life. We are ok because of your prayers and love. Susma and Aaryan are going to Susma's home village because there is no problem there now. I am thinking to go to affected areas with a relief material distribution team.

OK didi  I will write you again. 
Yours loving, Keshav, Susma and Aaryan 

Prajwal Simkhada, pictured with Aaryan Thapa, 6, Keshav's son, in Patan, Kathmandu, November 2014. He wrote the email below to a BFF child sponsor. Prajwal, in his mid-20s, is among the first BFF-sponsored kids to have graduated from the Galaxy school. Thanks to his education, he is an IT entrepreneur in Kathmandu. 

From Prajwal Simkhada 

I'm doing OK. The ground still shakes sometimes. There are cracks in my house, I feel so unsafe to stay here. My mother is at my uncle's house. I have asked her to stay there for as long as it takes and not to come back. I went to my school yesterday. We cooked some food and had planned to give it to hungry people who are out of help. Just as we were about to leave I got a call. A good friend had lost both of his parents and his house. So I told my friends that I would be joining the team the next day and headed for the hospital where his parents' bodies were kept.   Cremation scene at Pashupatinath in November 2014, when our guide said cremations continued around the clock every day. Traditionally, bodies are cremated with a few hours of death It was a tragic scene, we took the bodies to Pashupatinath for the cremation ritual. So many people are dead, there was no place for new bodies to perform the ritual. The place was so crowded. I feel like this is a bad dream and hoping somebody will wake me up. I feel very lucky to be alive and to know that people close to me are safe. Even though I cant feel totally relieved. I feel like the ground is shaking even when I'm walking, I get scared of loud noises. People are fleeing away as there might be shortage of food, clean water. Hospitals are flooded with people, very less room for people. I have promised to myself that I will stay here and do my best to make this place the way it was. We are receiving donations from many places, but all of our political leaders are corrupted and the needy are not getting any help. If you collect donations, I advise you never to send it to government or any government related organization. I'm so waiting for everything to be the way it was. I'm so happy that we are getting support from you and everybody. We have no hope that our government will be any help but you guys (BFF) are what gives us hope and make us feel that we do have someone who thinks about us and really are there for us. Thank you so so much, Alexia. I love you. Donations to the Bright Futures Foundation go 100 percent to the foundation's projects and the people it supports. Pre-earthquake posts about Nepal: http://ordinarylife-mk.blogspot.com/2015/02/giving-endless-gift-education.html Feeling the Love in Nepal Fear, the the Truth About Ziplines

An Extraordinary English Teacher, Geoffrey Chaucer, and Teen Angst, 1963

The Father of English literature,
Geoffrey Chaucer.  Does anyone care?
Mrs. Gehring does.

I was listening to NPR's To the Best of Our Knowledge last weekend while happily assembling a ham/bean/pepper soup, and heard something I haven't since my senior year at Minot High School in North Dakota—a recitation of the prologue to Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales in Middle  English! On the RADIO! In 2015!

I realize that few people can relate, but as high school seniors in North Dakota in 1963, my classmates and I were forced by a cruel and perverse English teacher, Mrs. Gehring, to MEMORIZE the prologue. And then we had to recite it, in Middle  English, before our class. We didn't know any better. We just did it.

(Well, not all of us. One classmate admitted that she took an F rather than subject herself to the Chaucer experience.)

It is one of the few memorized pieces from my more-or-less clueless youth I can remember, but don't make me go past the first four lines. And yes, we had to use Middle English pronunciation. And we had to do so perfectly, as with every assignment in Mrs. Gehring's class.

Here's an audio example and below, the text as we memorized it. Go ahead, try it! FYI - "shoures soote" is pronounced like "sure-es soo-tuh". Today we'd say "sweet showers." My, how language changes over time.

Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; 5 Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, 10 That slepen al the nyght with open eye- (So priketh hem Nature in hir corages); Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;

Like all teenagers we asked.....

What's the point?  Even then, when it wasn't at all proper to question authority, we wondered, why? How will we benefit from memorizing Geoffrey Chaucer in Middle English? Or in any English?

This is what we preferred to do as teenagers in Minot, North Dakota, 1963.  Dance. Party. Drive around.  Explore the coulees. Rat our hair. Admire the cattle and the wheat, and folks that can't be beat. Anything but memorize a lengthy Middle English poem.

I posed this question to my classmates on our Magi '63 FB page a few days ago and got a flood of responses. Mrs. Gehring, and by way of her, Geoffrey Chaucer and Kate Turabian, had a lasting impression. A few excerpts:

My "Turabian" went with me to college and I probably still have it somewhere. Inside the cover I wrote, "This belongs to Merlin McDaniel; if found, please hide it in a better place than I did, 

Dan W. Anderson I heard Garrison Keillor recite a few phrases (from Chaucer) on Prairie Home Companion a few years ago. I actually enjoyed learning the Canterbury Tales, kind of like learning a foreign language. Learning it made me appreciate how language changes over time. What I remember with considerable less fondness is that research paper I finished the day it was due at about 6:00 in the morning. The spacing had to be so exact. And I'm sure it was at least 70,000 words long. At least that is how long it seemed. 

Mary Shirley Issendorf I remember staying overnight with Susan Howard the night before that research paper was due..... We were up alllllll night long typing our papers!!! I thought we'd run out of White Erase (or whatever it was called) to correct all the typing mistakes! 

Mary Janz  Mrs, Gehring had us read the Iliad, Odyssey and other classics, write haikus and poems in Iambic Pentameter, create illuminated manuscripts of the intro to the prologue of the Canterbury Tales. I still remember staying up late doing that in India ink. I can still remember the first line we memorized!! And then there were the vocabulary words we created out of Latin roots! She was ruthless!

Maybe Mrs. Gehring had a thing for Medieval times and literature. She certainly had a thing for teaching. She was the best teacher I ever had, high school or college. It was because she required her students to go far beyond what we thought we could or should do. It's as if she didn't consider that we couldn't do it.

Even back then, senior English students were grouped in "advanced" (superior) or "regular"(not quite up to snuff) classes. I was "regular "and it annoyed and insulted me.

But then, guess what Mrs. Gehring did? She made her inferior regular students do the same work as her advanced superior students! I loved her for that. Still do. Her expectations for us were high, and expectations have a lot to do with how students perform.

(In my classmates' comments above, I see that the smart ones had to also copy out the Prologue in the illuminated style. I am grateful I didn't have to do that. )

In addition to painfully reciting Chaucer, we had to memorize and use Greek and Latin prefixes and roots, a dozen or so a week, which I appreciate to this day. We also  had to write a serious research paper. No big deal, right?

But we had to do it perfectly using footnotes and all according to the stringent rules of a demon-bitch named Kate Turabian, who probably had something to do with training Mrs. Gehring in the finer points of instilling dread and terror.

Do high schoolers still write research papers according to Turabian's exacting standards? I don't know. But I do know that in the early 1960s, way before computers, typing a lengthy research paper with footnotes was a Herculean (probably a vocabulary word in Mrs. Gehring's never-ending quest to elevate us) effort.

Mrs. Gehring was tough, but with a sense of humor and reserved caring. She brooked no nonsense, but encouraged students to laugh and explore, within bounds. She was sharp, perceptive, scary. She had a commanding presence, which is essential, I think, to effective teaching and leading.You never wanted those high heels clicking in your direction or that fiery gaze burning a hole in your forehead. You didn't want to be friends with her. But you wanted her to respect your efforts.

She taught us how to construct a paragraph and develop a five-graph essay, but also how to do harder things that had no apparent point. Such as memorizing Chaucer.

But isn't that what life turns out to be? Doing hard things day after day, year after year? Especially going to work at jobs we don't like, raising difficult children, having challenging relationships, trying to reverse the relentless tide of physical decline, regretting? Holding grudges? On it goes.

We get so caught up in the rush of time, which I'm sorry to report from the seventh decade, accelerates with every passing day, that we forget to question the value of what it is we're doing and what we could do instead.

It never occurred to me, at age 18, that I would someday be 70 years old. The horror!

I also could not have envisioned that some 50 years later, I would be chopping onions and flame-roasting poblano peppers, and, at the same time, in a dreamy sort of way, questioning why I was doing what I was doing with my one and only life, and thinking about what I was going to do next, and in mid-meander, the prologue to Chaucer's Canterbury Tales in Middle English is on the radio!

It stopped me dead before I let out a whoop.

I turned up the volume full blast because 1)I couldn't believe what I was hearing and 2) I loved, that for whatever reason, the prologue to Chaucer's Canterbury Tales in Middle English was planting Mrs. Gehring in my frontal cortex.

Wherever you are, Mrs. Gehring, thank you. I hope you're still alive. I hope you still adore the Father of English Literature, and that you heard the NPR program. I hope this post will reach you, and you'll know that your demanding classes and inspired teaching did not go unappreciated by a bunch of North Dakota rubes and farm kids.

Maybe that was why you imprinted Chaucer on our impressionable brains. So that 50 years later, we could accidentally hear it recited perfectly, just like you taught us, and we could say, I know that! I did that. I could do it again. I can do anything. 

Even if  I am now officially an old woman.

Maybe that was the point?

Hey! You! Get Offa My List! UPDATED!

In reference to my post below about Rolling Stones ticket prices. They're bad. The average is still probably around $624, as reported by a couple sources cited in the original post.(See below)

But a reader pointed out that the best prices for concert tickets can be found on StubHub! I looked and sure enough, prices for the Minneapolis concert appear to range between $134 and ...... $10,757! If you don't believe it, look!

However, many tickets exist in the $150- $250 range. Not great, but not the worst in the stadium.  AND, most importantly, StubHub! promises that the price you see is what you'll pay - no surprises with taxes and fees. 

Theoretically at least, PK and I could see the Stones for between $300 and $400.

The Events Ticket Center, where I originally searched (and also called and talked to a real person two days ago) now has tickets ranging from $124 to $4,450. A couple days ago, the lowest ticket listed was for $250 and the highest was $3,400. How could the prices change so dramatically in a few days?

The guy I talked with—his name was Shawn—told me that those two tickets, the cheapest available, with taxes and fees, would end up costing $677.

Hence I ditched my long-held desire to go to a Stones concert. And also got huffy.

About the June 3 Stones concert in Minneapolis? Reconsidering. 

As a another reader pointed out, YOLO. For any Luddites out there, that means you only live once. 

If I start talking myself into buying concert tix (which will also mean adjusting PK's attitude) I would add LIS - Life is short.


Original post
Hey! You! Get Offa My List!

I love this caricature of the Rolling Stones. I hope the copyright police don't come after me for posting it on my non monetized (what a word!) blog with 10 readers and sue me for copyright violation. Because then I could really never afford a Rolling Stones concert. 

I've never composed a bucket list, but I believe that certain as-yet-unseen-by-me people, places  and things will jump up and grab me if I stumble into range.

Such a stumble/grab occurred a few days ago when I realized that PK and I would be in Minneapolis on June 3 for a Rolling Stones concert. Wow! Big damn grab! Right by the throat. Made my tongue stick out like on that famous album cover.

I'm a rock n' roller from way back, and for years, the Stones was my favorite band. That was before a great flood of easy-to-access music, and younger friends,  pumped up my music life. I still love the Stones, and never tire of songs like Jumpin Jack Flash and Sympathy for the Devil, but the band has settled somewhere on the far edge of music that compels me to dance, sing, sniffle, or otherwise enter an elevated state.

When the Stones was my top band,  I was dying to see them in concert. I thought I would have given anything! Not any more.

Not since yesterday when I discovered that Rolling Stones concert ticket prices start at $250 and go up to, are you ready? $3,400!!! For one freaking ticket!

According to one source, the Stones are far and away the most expensive in-concert artists. Here's a list from 2013 and a more recent source with similar information. The first source also details how many millions per year some of the artists amass. Amounts listed are the average ticket price.

10. Paul McCartney, $241
 9. Pink, $270
 8. Fleetwood Mac, $282
 7. Beyonce, $294
 6. Roger Waters, $314
 5. Justin Timberlake, $339
 4. Eagles, $354
 3. Maroon5, $364
 2. One Direction, $460
 1. Rolling Stones, $624

Ok. Where have I been hiding that I didn't realize that Big Names command small fortunes for their stadium extravaganzas?

I've been hiding in the sticks. And in the decades that have passed since I first loved the Stones in the 60s. I've been hiding in the garden and on the rivers and in the mountains where pop culture and media don't necessarily rule. I've become a person far enough removed from mainstream culture that I cannot fathom the audacity of billionaire celebrities asking fans to pay hundreds/thousands to see them. And I don't get it about celebrity worship that involves spending more on a single concert ticket than many people pay for a month's rent.

I don't feel deprived (well, maybe a little) of great live music. We live on the I-5 corridor midway between San Francisco and Portland/Seattle, and because of that geography, we snag fabulous talent into our little venues for mid-week concerts. Big names, not the Stones or U2 or Fleetwood Mac, but artists that are Grammy winners or nominees or should be. The local concerts usually run between $25 and $55, but we did pay $99 to see Richard Thompson last year. (At the historic Rogue Theater.)

I won't even get started on the fantastic concerts we've seen at various New Orleans venues, none of which exceeded $100 per ticket. More like $30.

My nephew Michael Johnson lives in Minneapolis and was considering the Stones concert with us until informed about ticket prices. He wrote:

Playground for the rich.  I mean, back in the sixties, who would have thought it would come to this?  But I guess the "bad boys of rock" never were really part of that altruistic hippie crap anyway. Don't get me wrong, but the Stones were definitely more sex and drugs than they were peace and love.

I responded:

I imagine that the really huge names in rock, hip hop, rap, country, pop, can command these prices. But I’m trying to think of a “peace and love” group from the sixties or seventies that is still as popular as the Stones. 

Michael: 

A peace and love group that is still around?  Well, I think they are on PBS getting rolled out for the pledge drives. Then the six-figure salaried CEOs of said non-profits get to go see the Stones! This is the top-heavy celebrity worshipping "culture" of our times. 

Well, whatever. PK and I will be in Minneapolis June 3. We will not be paying $677 (cheapest 2 tickets + fees and taxes) to occupy nosebleed stadium seats at a Rolling Stones concert.  But I, for one, will offer a reluctant toast to a great Stones song, You can't always get what you want.