chris c.
Yelp
If your favorite act comes to SLC, you better hope they are playing at The State Room. They appeal to pretty much everyone.
When I was a teeny bopper, I would have lived over there. Growing up, I had enough opportunities to stand right at the foot of the stage, enamored with whomever the talented male crooner happened to be. We had some great places back then, but they are long gone. Also, I'm too old for that crap nowadays, so imagine my surprise when I bought a ticket to see my second favorite band of all time ( yes, from my teenybopper years, no less ), and I wound up at a place as pleasant as The State Room.
The whole experience was nice. I ordered my tickets online, but wanted them mailed to me. After what seemed an oddly prolonged period of time, I received an envelope with no return address and a nice note inside, telling me that somehow my tickets were put in his envelope too. So he decided to just forward my tickets to me. And it's going to be a great show! That's the kind of fellow-consumers we're dealing with. I wasn't even mad at The State Room for the mix-up.
Upon arrival, I was greeted! wow, that was nice. True professionals who clearly enjoy the work they do. Loved the fact that there was a full bar. Also LOVED the seating! I'm just not a teenybopper anymore and I really only wanted to listen to that treasured music live. So I could treasure it. Plus how can I stand at the foot of the stage in awe of the band, staring at those bundles of sheer talent, almost on the verge of teenybopper tears when I dragged my overworked boyfriend to a live show on a week night when he hasn't been to a live show since The Cult had a top 10 single? So the seats were helpful.
I was also entertained by the people my age who were still out there, trotting around in front of the stage. Could that have been me if I had fulfilled my heart's only desire back in the day and actually made it on that Toad the Wet Sprocket tour bus? I wondered , "What do these people do for a living?" They all looked like they hadn't worked all day, like I had. They had teenage 'dos and skinny jeans. Bling. Some of them even stood around making out. In public! When the music began, they continued their convos and rarely paid attention to my bundles of talent. I wanted to tell them to shhhhhhh. But then I remembered my new, nameless friend, who kindly sent my tickets on. He was probably one of them over there and I wanted to shush him. I decided that it was all okay. They could keep their convos at the foot of the stage. I had my drink, my seat, and my music.