We have three guys who camp out every year: Charlie, Mac and Albert. They bring their music, coffee, lawn chairs and blankets. That's what you have to do to get front-row tickets.
We were selling tickets for seats that didn't even exist yet.
People get upset because they didn't get tickets and then someone else does get them (later), but that's the way tickets get released, for whatever reason.
I like those acoustic, intimate shows - as well as ear-bleeding rock.
