I'm all out of Love

So in maybe 1986 there was a big announcement, the "band" Air Supply was coming to St George (you should watch that whole video, is that a ferocious Tiger on his shirt?).

You can make fun of Air Supply if you want but I know you like their songs. They are like that Carpenters song from Tommy Boy. You can pretend like you want to change the station when Air Supply comes on and then next thing you know you are singing the words and crying.

So 1986, they are coming to town. So I like them and I am not ashamed to admit it. But at the time I was pretty ashamed. I have this friend, his name rhymes with Shnate Fence. He LOVES Air Supply. But I have their best of cassette and it serves a good purpose with all those tender love songs so I can appreciate them.

So somehow we decided to go to this concert. I have been to Martika, The Jets, and even Rick Astley (the Pop-up video version, very cool), so this was not necessarily a huge step down at the time. These are the types of bands that came to St George at the time and frankly our options have not really improved much over the years.

So my friend Shmate and I decide we want to go but somehow we decided that we needed to get really good seats. I really can't remember if I wanted really good seats or if I was just going along with my friend but that was the decision. So the night before the tickets go on sale, he sleeps at my house and we set our alarm for 4:45am in order to get to the box office and get good seats. Remember, this is before internet and the Cox Arena was not exactly set up for phone orders either.

So everything works out and we get up and we are like the 5th and 6th person in line at 5am. We now only have 3 short hours until the box office opens. I admit it, I am getting caught up in the excitement of it all. The six of us at 6am (the other 4 of course were women) are singing:

"Here I am, the one that you love, asking for another chance...understand, the one that you love....."

So 7am roles around and we are still the only 6 in line. This is getting to be a roast that we got up at 4:45 in the morning. Finally, another woman comes behind us at 7:30 and the box office opens promptly at 8:00 am. Thank goodness we got up 3 hours early on a Saturday morning so we could get a better ticket than this lady behind us. I honestly will be forever grateful that there were people in front of us, that would have been the worst to be all alone in line until 8am, wow.

But it does get worse. As it turns out there were not enough tickets sold to even have the concert so Air Supply ditches us because of lack of interest. Lack of interest? Didn't they see 2 handsome 16 year-old boys at 5am at the box office?