Someone sent us a link to this find from the "Arcade Fire tickets" section of Craigslist's personal ads:
So, I have an extra guest list spot to the Arcade Fire show at Judson Church on Wednesday. I need a date, but think a Valentine's Day invitation is a bit too intense for any of the women I've been seeing of late...
Plus I just got back from two weeks of traveling in California and Norway, and have slacked on making plans.
I'm 32, work in music (journalist & own a record label), and am reasonably attractive & personable — this Craigslist post notwithstanding.
I'm looking for a lady 25-35 up for an adventure. Ideally, you'll be able to have fun on a random night out with someone you may never see again; you'll be smart, and read books and stuff; and you won't be a scary, drugged-out too-cool-for-school hipster. (You should be cute too! I know, I'm asking a lot here.)
Shoot me an entertaining email with a picture and we'll take it from there. Maybe we'll get all crushed out on each other; or maybe not. Either way it should be fun...
Ladies: If you don't have plans for tonight, fire off those e-mails now! And if you do get picked, be sure to let us know who the writer was—although we'll probably figure it out, since his review will no doubt be full of oblique mentions of your date.
Arcade Fire 2/14 ticket for a date - 32 [Craigslist]





Comments
It's Gerard.
Clearly!
Could be Bear.
You know what'll be awesome? When they get to the door and he finds out he's not really on the guest list.
More likely what'll happen is that the publicist will find out and be totally pissed that they gave this guy a +1 when, technically, he didn't need it (since he didn't have a spouse or g/f or colleague to bring). And I'm sure the label will be psyched they did a ticket-buy so this guy could get laid on Craigslist. It's douchebags like this who fuck it up for other writers.
Aw, I dunno. I was kind of rooting for the guy to find that special ticket-deprived someone. C'mon, it's Valentine's Day!
By "special someone" you really mean "slutty Arcade Fire fangirl who would do anything to get in," right?
Don't worry, Idolators! We're going tonight (being that we're bitter and single -- what better way to spend the evening?) and will report back on the most awkward-looking couple. Ha!
I hear the Arcade Fire's violinist is having a hard time getting into the Arcade Fire show tonight. She's cute; maybe she could use the +1?
We'll report back on tonight's most awkward-looking couple.
a leedle part of me wants to think brian raftery runs a label. brian, what would you call it?
Oh, blah. Sorry for the repeat posts. And of course, it doesn't help that I'm posting again, does it?
come on! at least it was well written. and maybe he will meet some hot 19 year old who enjoys "driving in the snow while listening to Arcade Fire's Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)." you never know....
oh come on! and who knows, maybe he will find some hot 19 year old who enjoys driving in the snow while listening to Arcade Fire's Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels).
Alec Hanley Bemis, please stand up!
http://www.brassland.org/ahb/
Oooo. So not hott.
Although Mozfather, there's some SERIOUS cameltoe in (on?) the girl behind him, so maybe that's a requirement as well!
Sorry, Moz... that's a picture of "me," not of AHB. Me, I've been put on this earth so that you appreciate Jamie Lidell all the more. Alec has been put on this earth so that you hate Nick Sylvester a little less.
DING, DING, DING, thenewblack has a winner.
I was the lucky lady selected from the nut jobs who responded to his search for a valentine. evening was utterly enchanting.
my valentine is a stellar guy.
I bought him a Heineken.
he provided backstage passes.
drew barrymore + spike jonze were there together --- lovey dovey style.
adam sandberg from SNL was there.
I talked to the violinist, red-headed guitar player, and both french horn players.
I ate the band's chicken tikka masala.
the lead female singer smiled at me.
the lead male singer (l.f.s.'s husband) was wearing green suede + brown leather boots.
we rode the A train off together into the brooklyn night...
We didn't spot Mr. Bemis, but there was an awkward couple next to us with VIP stickers that may have been the winners. The guy was your average white guy music critic. The girl was thin and blond and conventionally pretty -- too pretty to be with him, but not drop-dead gorgeous or anything. She was toting a single red rose drowning in baby's breath sheathed in a mylar tube, obvs a gift from her escort. (Note to the fellas out there: These are never a good way to impress a lady. Really. Trust us. It's cheap and tacky.)
Anyway, here's some sample conversation:
Her (desperate to make conversation): "So, where are they from again?"
Him (irritated): "Um, Canada."
Scintillating stuff, huh? Sounds like an awkward "date" to us.
Whoops! Sorry about that babydayliner. Late night surfing + Valentine's Day singles bile = nasty comments.
Comment on this post
Reply by EmailLogin with your username and password below. Or comment on this post via email.
Forgot your username or password? New User?