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Ticketmaster, that uninvited friend

Ticketmaster, THAT shitty friend. They were a mainstay of my youth in a small western New York town, going with as an uninvited friend to every show. Our only non-local show options still 1 hour+ drive away, usually at the same amusement park. Ticketmaster, hashing the vibes with their fines of fun. Sure, you can see your band but there’s an extra fee for listening, one for dancing , perhaps another for singing. Ticketmaster is your friend who knows all the right people & places and that all comes at a cost. I owe Ticketmaster some of my best times. In my infancy of a music fan, I knew I wanted them to have my money but I was suspicious at what I was really buying.

I have since moved where the options have opened and interacting with Ticketmaster is few and far between. Not because I don’t go to shows but instead I go to many shows but in a place with numerous venue/ ticket agent options.

If perhaps you lived under a rock or really didn’t care at all in 2013 Ticketmaster settled a case.

«Read below for some details»

In 2003, the Schlesinger v. Ticketmaster class action lawsuit was filed, alleging that Ticketmaster failed to fully disclose to consumers all aspects of its UPS and order processing fees. While vigorously defending the lawsuit, Ticketmaster settled the case in 2013, with the court granting final approval of the settlement in February 2015.

The settlement class generally includes all consumers who purchased tickets on between October 21, 1999, and February 27, 2013 (the “class period”).

As part of the Schlesinger v. Ticketmaster settlement, Ticketmaster agreed to provide:

  1. To each class member, one discount code (worth $2.25 off a future purchase of primary tickets) for every purchase made on during the class period, up to 17 discount codes per person.
  2. To class members who used UPS delivery during the class period, one $5 UPS discount code for every purchase made on that included UPS delivery, again up to 17 UPS discount codes per person.
  3. To each class member, one ticket voucher (potentially redeemable for two eligible general admission tickets for select events at Live Nation owned or operated venues, subject to availability and limitations) for every purchase on during the class period, up to 17 vouchers per person. The Settlement Agreement limits the value of vouchers that are to be redeemed in a given year. Please be aware that due to high demand and limited availability, we expect these tickets to be redeemed quickly.

Redeem Discount Codes on Ticket voucher redemption is complete for 2017. Any unused vouchers will remain in your account. If you would like to sign up to receive periodic notifications by email when new eligible events are made available, please visit here.


But basically, we actually have to do stuff because we did questionable stuff with your money before. So If we might have done some shady shit, here’s some free shit. Sorry about that, but we’re only partially acknowledging it.

Free shit sounds way nicer than it really is.

This free shit isn’t exactly easy to redeem.

We all have until June 2020 but there is no guarantee you will ever jump through all the hoops, at the right time.

  • First, you log into your account. Hopefully remembering IF you had one
  • Check into your active vouchers. So there they are. I’ll just use them…
  • Oh
  • I last checked on 11/8/17 and they are all used up from this year
  • This is where I’ll just have to speculate because I have not been able to find the right time to actually redeem them. The last time I checked  all the ones that were previously opened for vouchers. which my guess only lasts a few moments after released. All guesses mind you
  • There’s a list of instructions on how to redeem the codes. Oh hell

It does seem very interesting to offer this all as a settlement when they all seemed to be all used before I can get my grubby, little hands on them. Does that mean their settlement is  an empty offer? Can their entire settlement really be paid off if it’s always already used? Is it even possible for all the vouchers to be used by 2020?

I’m completely intrigued and curious as to when I will be able to pass all the tests that Ticketmaster has laid before to see if I am truly worthy of these vouchers. I will press on and update as I can. If I don’t make it through the trials and that pesky Southern Oracle gets me, please try to redeem in my absence.

Wish me luck

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Everybody hates your backpack

We do. We all hate your backpack.

We all want you to know that it’s  a concert, not camping. Are you headed to a full day of classes right after the show? A sleepover perhaps?

What bonds people just as well as love, perhaps better? Hate. Shared hatred. Trés cozy.

I’m not talking that hate that inspires over-privileged selfish cowards to carry about tiki torches.  I’m all for loving everyone first and then picking out individuals to hate based on their selfish behavior. Have you ever been at a show and your hatred of some rude fuck molesting you with his backpack & torturing all that they touch completely bonds all around the offender? You all find peace and bond over the fact that yes, said person is ruining everyone’s experience with their complete disregard of every other human being. Yes. We are at a rock show, but that does not mean we all have to be assholes. If you have a medical need to do so, please do, otherwise it’s completely silly. My mom always taught me manners will always take you further in life.

Who is this person that insists on bringing a backpack to every show?. The largest purse to a tiny venue? Are you that person that insists that piece of luggage the size of a small child needs to be with you in the front row?Are these people on their way to O’ Hare? And of course, they need to be right next to the stage with their small child strapped to them apathetically slamming into all around them.  They turn to yell to their friends about that other friend who will be right there. I already know they also have a backpack and they are going to be standing directly on me in 5 minutes. Can’t wait. Cue, full turn around and (again) smashing me with the backpack, waving like a moron about 6 inches from my face to another moron to come stand upon me.  Why yes, of course, he’s extra drunk and smelly, why wouldn’t he be? Good thing they can’t feel it all because they’ve brought a backpack large enough to hold a goddamn tent. I plot about the opening of the bag and all the belongings just tumbling…

To the backpackers:
I hate your backpack and now I hate you.
Everybody hates you and your backpack
I will bitch LOUDLY about you to you and roll my eyes with our shared sufferers of your existence.
I plot about opening that bag and all their… seriously wtf is in there?  I do hope it’s precious. The bag empties it’s guts all over the floor and we the surrounding afflicted, mosh it all into oblivion. I dream of this moment. I swear it’s gonna happen one day. I’m gonna hit that right day and …yeah


Hell, this isn’t the 90’s, you have a phone which usually contains EVERYTHING.  Keys you are allowed to have keys, wallet, and a phone. Fine, it’s a day-long festival but seriously how much shit do you want to carry around with you, ALL DAY? Do you think that bringing a huge backpack is going to enable you to hide all your illegal fun stuff? Good luck on that.  I watched at Riot Fest as one guy shut down one of the lines for about 10 minutes while they insisted on ripping apart the very large, very packed bag and splaying its contents. If you bring a backpack you should make the decision that bringing all your worldly possessions with you should be left back where there’s room for that kind of lameness. Get to the back of the crowd where you belong. The pit is reserved for those who know how to exist without all of our belongings strapped to us.

We are the free, let us be free.

Sorry, not sorry. Fucking manners, people.

from the series Concert Etiquette

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Fashion matters.

I swear fashion isn’t what you think it is. Countless times I’ve heard fashion doesn’t matter to me. So you are telling me you roll out of bed whatever material happens to adhere itself to your body is what you wear? Let’s just cover the naughty bits and get on with our day? Go on, try this. Please. I’ll wait right here. Let me know how this goes. In fact, simply put on someone else jeans, even in your size. Fashion does matter. We ALL choose things because they reflect who we are, what we reflect onto the world and what we are comfortable in. So tell me again, fashion doesn’t matter to you.

Continue reading Fashion matters.

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Mind your own brand

As a business owner I have to be aware of what side my business takes, if any. There was a point that I struggled with how much to reveal. Do I keep my brand separate from me as a person? Do I swear as a brand? Because as a person, I swear a whoooole lot. Do I have separate instagram accounts? Where does my brand start and I as a person, end?

I went back and forth on this many times. It all changed after an article on Startup Fashion (tried to find to no avail), I finally chose. The article read  if I were to be honest (and I am honestly a person who says fuck) and if I was looking to keep my brand authentic, I would use my own voice.  Authentic attracts authentic. I love creating in my house and making things but I always struggle with the marketing aspect. It makes me feel silly, pushy and fake. When I feel things are fake I lose interest as a brand and a consumer. I have no time for inauthenticity. 

So onto where I’m really heading. In the last few  weeks  months  year our political climate is mirroring our actual climate; Shit is getting pretty scary. I have had to choose a side, not such a hard choice. I had to choose my level of involvement and where I feel comfortable posting my opinions and my involvements.

You should be angry. Mind your own brand

I’ve had to make some choices. My facebook has 2 sides my brand & me as a person. Pretty easy choice as far as that goes. My personal facebook posts are filled with scathing political rants. My brand remains filled with posts about art, women, and relatively passive posts. I have 1 Twitter and 1 Instagram. My original thought was I didn’t want to deal with 2 separate accounts and don’t post enough on either to support 2 accounts. My Twitter account is mostly brand stuff with my personal mixed in. My Instagram is brand stuff but much more personal. Then as the political climate heated up, much like our changing climate -how poetic. My social media has taken a turn.

As I got more involved, I got more pissed. Partially fueled by my anger at what has become normal, partially decided by it was becoming harder to hide.

Fuck it.

I knew my choices as a consumer were becoming more defined by companies and the stances they took. I cheered when a designer upon getting an order from Ivanka Trump also let her know her purchase would be going right into the Hillary Clinton campaign. I would simply be a hypocrite if I hid myself. So here the fuck I am.

I am a woman business owner who refuses to let my country be sacrificed to a dictator and all his little whims. This election was fucking bloody.

We are not going to get over it

We are all in a mortal battle for all that is right and wrong and it goes far beyond political parties. A madman fed on the anger of a nation and is selling them what they think they wanted, someone to blame.

Nope doesn’t sound at all familiar….

The majority spoke. The majority was ignored.  Our country is sick. The people who show up on the street, people who refuse to not sit back and watch the ugliness from their TVs are the fucking heros. We have a lot of true life heroes these days. Good thing because we have a hell of a lot of villains. I am so tired of “my side” as being classified as lazy, whiny and jobless.

I will be on the front lines. I will be loud. I will get into uncomfortable conversations with those I love as well as complete strangers. I don’t fucking care if someone has no interest in buying from my business because I think all people have the same rights and that I care about life, not just while it’s in the womb. If you want to know where I stand, ASK. I will most certainly tell you. I will not be silent, muted or uninvolved.

My business is my child and I refuse to raise a child that has no opinion-

In fact, that bitch is fucking pissed.

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Self Expression isn’t so Eazy

And yes, I can spell easy.

Self expression can be daunting. In the last few weeks many people are finding themselves expressing themselves perhaps far more than even planned, including me. It’s great to live somewhere that we can express ourselves.

I salute those who speak up.

Express yourself



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Vote for the world you want

Make choices. Make decisions. Don’t let your laziness, support your apathy.
Don’t let those choices solely be made by others’ because you feel you mean too little.
And yes, shopping is voting.
Vote for the business practices you want to support.
Personally, I could only ever support a candidate that supports local businesses, manufacturing locally and sourcing locally and above all ETHICALLY

Actions always speak louder than words

Voting for the world you want

Gee, I wonder who that would be…





Madame President —-we’ve come so far
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Spider love

I know spiders creep people out. Like bees, most people run but they don’t bother me at all. I am well known for finding spiders and escorting them to a nice plant outside.  My best spider catch involved a descending spider and a well-placed wine glass. I do get grumpy when people kill them UNLESS of course they descend on you in the shower. A girl has to have her limits. If a spider comes at me while I am enjoying a shower and at my most vulnerable– I will take you down Miss spider. Watching spiders build webs is amazing!!! How can I hate something that much like a designer takes pieces of things and makes something from very little into a whole other thing. Spiders are fucking amazing. Don’t like mosquitoes? Love your local spiders more! I have tunnel spiders ALL over outside my house and I am very careful to not hurt their webs and have been know to throw them a little bonus bug if the mood and opportunity strikes.

Don’t hate on the spider.

Normal is an illusion


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Revisiting yourself


Yesterday marked an end to a era with the final day of the final grateful Dead show. I am lucky enough to live a short distance from Soldier Field.  Despite me not having a ticket (and I was not buying one for $400-$800) that wasn’t going to stop me from walking the final Dead Lot. It’s a scene I knew at one point very well but my music tastes have since moved more in other directions.

It was like visiting an old friend. The train ride was unlike any other- softer, sweeter. This ride featured a sing-a-long complete with an acoustic guitar version of “Ripple”.   We disembarked from the train and there was a man already looking for a miracle.  I felt like I was at a wake for a friend that I had long lost touch with, but I wanted to show them my last respects; A little invasive to be there with all of their closest friends and family. Perhaps some guilt at not seeing this friend for many years, a bit like encountering my younger self weaving through the lot.  I never actually saw the Dead when Jerry was alive. My memories are of nights driving around the woods in Western NY country roads with my best friend, blasting bootlegs. My formative years were spent in a scene that the Dead created and nourished.  I can only imagine there were many tears shed as the final songs played. Fare Thee well.




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Best Bitch



Today I cant even believe how many people I know that are just at the precipice of awesomeness in the last week. So this is gonna be a long one with lots of nice things about great people whom I love–Sorry ’bout that.

My brother is all set for some new cool things at his job and I’m terribly proud of all the work he’s done to get to a place he likes, doing pretty cool stuff that he likes to do. So awesome. He’s just this cool person that I’m so glad to know and have watched evolve over the years. So proud.

My dear friend, Erin who is crazy brave and exudes life & warmth. Her charm is utterly undeniable. Well  she is preparing to go to NY FASHION WEEK!!!!!!!!  OMG!!!!!!! Please go check out her fundraising campaign on Indiegogo!!!! I loved to go through school with her @ SAIC!!! I’ve grown up as a designer with her. Erin is someone who has  always encouraged me at every tiny little step  while being one of my best critics. I can NOT WAIT to see her collection. So, so cool.

And last but not least my mom has been showing her Pomeranian, Emily. Emmy regularly makes an appearance on my Instagram, because seriously she is the freaking cutest dog. She is so tiny and she WORKS the runway, I’m told. (She is also making an appearance in my upcoming Bookish collection along with my brother). I apologize for my lack of correct terms and such but Emmy won!!! I’m not sure exactly what it’s called like- “Best Bitch”?. Ok it’s not exact but it’s not far off. She has a point towards being a champion. It’s a  big deal. I am so proud of my mom for dusting off her grooming skills and doing Emmy’s winning show cut but also being the handler to show her. It’s pretty cool considering my mom’s “normal” relationship to animals is her running her rescue New Leash on Life and tending to far too many animals. It’s so awesome to see her not only do this pretty scary thing but to WIN at it against people who are completely professional. Seriously, watch- Best In Show. You have NO idea. And then as a little cool thing I hope I got a dog adopted to an awesome home for her. It would be awesome to help out her that way.

Congratulations to all you amazing people and I am so proud of all of you!!!! My only regret is you all had to share a post, well that and my brother was in a post called “Best Bitch”. I am just so proud and excited for you all!