Talk me into going to see Jane Siberry

You know, it's funny. I can't believe I'm even asking.

Once upon a time, Chris and I flew from Kansas City to Chicago to see Jane 
in concert.

Once upon a time, Chris, Charley and I drove to Detroit to see Jane in concert.

Once upon a time, Chris, Charley and I drove to Toronto to see Jane in 
concert (granted, she was with Mary Margaret O'Hara, Victoria Williams, 
Holly Cole and Rebecca Jenkins, but still...).

Once upon a time, we gladly paid to see Jane right here in Chicago. A few 
times.

Now, my fervent desire to see Jane (performing with Tim Ray, Rebecca 
Campbell and Amanda Homi) at the Black Orchid on the 14th is clashing 
loudly and uh, uglyly with my deep, abiding hatred of Ticketmaster.

It's **IMPOSSIBLE** to get tickets to this show except through 
Ticketmaster. There are no tickets being sold at the venue. I called the 
venue and the person I spoke with was unsure, but thought that maybe, if it 
didn't sell out, maybe the day of the show, they might have tickets at the 
door. Maybe. If it doesn't sell out.

Tickets are $25.00 each. Jane's worth it, of course. Ticketmaster is 
charging $17.30! THEY'RE not worth it! I'm not cheap, that's not the point. 
Jane and the band are not going to get that extra $17.30. The venue is not 
going to get that extra $17.30. Ticketfuckingmasterbastards are getting the 
$17.30. And for freaking WHAT? It costs me that much if I buy them on line, 
typing in the information. It costs that much if I buy them over the phone 
(and not even while talking to a real person anyway). If I go to a Tower 
Records, I'd buy them from a real human being, but that person would be an 
employee of TOWER, not Ticketmaster! I guess it costs that much to print 
them out and stick them in an envelope.

Oh. God. ARGH!

Do I give into extortion? sigh....probably.