Where’s the bridge? he asked
Maybe this is it. My luck has to change for the better sometime, right? If only… after reading on the web that a server had crashed when too many people tried to log in at the same time, all that was possible was a commiserative moment. There but for bandwidth go the rest of us; webmasters at large. I read Slashdot; I understand the risks of putting your best face forward.
Then, the reason sunk in. The Best Rock Group Of All Time is planning a reunion concert (without the long-dead drummer, but that’s a detail). Over twenty million people tried to register for a lottery to purchase one of the eighty thousand tickets that are going to be available. In London, which is only a few weeks sail away in a borrowed dory. Well, count me in.
The registration server is back up, after the initial “meltdown”, and I have added my name to those who “feel lucky”. Should the call come in, day or night, that my credit card is as good as the next bloke’s when it comes time to pony up for a ticket, I will be so there. A ticket to see Led Zeppelin! Jimmy and Robert and the other fellow. All the songs that are locked into my earworm vault. The first song I learned on the bass. The first drum solo that made me say something. The only song about a stairway that I can think of.
Yes, that will be a concert to remember. And if I don’t win, at least I tried. Besides, the torrent files will follow, inevitably, and my chance to be there vicariously will be respected to the max. Maybe I’ll even invent a dance to go with The Crunge. And to keep my chances up, I’ll let you find your own way to the registration server, because I am in among “the chosen few”.
