FOMO and The Rolling Stones

I should've went to see the Rolling Stones last night. Instead, I erred on the side of fiscal responsibility (I'll probably find some other dumb way to blow money on something dumber than the Rolling Stones anyways). I didn't go and I thought I'd be cool about it, but I'm not. I checked Stubhub a few times yesterday. Nosebleeds were in the $170-$250 range. That's a ridiculous amount of money for me. I couldn't find it in me to go through with that kinda purchase, not for seats where the Stones would look like ants. It just didn't seem like a fair or wise investment. And can we stop calling them the cheap seats? They're no longer that. Maybe there was a day, back when the Stones were middle aged, when 'cheap seats' was a proper term. But that's no longer the case. If they were cheap, I would've went. The era of cheap seats was a golden time for concerts. The top of any stadium or arena would be packed with people who lacked funds but made up for it with heart. Maybe they wouldn't get to make eye contact with Mick or Keith, but they'd be in the presence of the greatest rock and roll band of all time and surrounded by like-minded fans who came to have a good time. Now that section is filled with big-hearted music fans who worry they might've financially bitten off more than they can chew. I regret sometimes being one of those dudes who complains that the Stones are too old. If we could all only be so lucky to be what the Stones are at that age. From accounts I've seen on social media, they were great last night. I'm not one to argue it. There's a magic to the Stones. They're not my favorite band, but I find it impossible to deny that they're the greatest rock and roll band of all time. A part of me thinks I should've taken the leap. The chance may never come again.