So, with something on the order of 1200$ out of my pocket and sitting in Valli's pocket (yes I know this involves contracts with promoters and such, I don't care) I attempt to get a refund. Starting with the ticket place--no go. Tickets are non-refundable (shady or smart business folks on both ends depending on your position). So I decide to give the credit card company a shot. They take down all the information, look up the transaction, put me on hold for 10 minutes and...again, no go.
So...now I am basically waiting for Frankie Valli (who will be 88 years old at the time of the rescheduled event) to croak. I'm not kidding. I hate his guts now. Why? Because when Covid hit the Stones immediately offered refunds on their own non-refundable tickets to all ticket holders. Yes, they admittedly have more money than God (each holding possibly 1/2 Billion in net worth compared to Valli's estimated 80 million) and probably have more control over their organization, but still. Offering your fans the courtesy of a refund is the honorable thing to do.
Hey Castelluccio
But it felt good.
