Not cut out for Urban life

So Keith Urban tickets go on sale tomorrow. And there is no way I can afford such a ticket. The Wreckers are opening (!!!) and it's going to be a fab concert. (Though I'm starting to wonder what our obsession with concerts is.) My favorite morning radio show was giving away front row tickets this morning and, though this never happens, they actually tried to give them away during my commute! So I called. And miracle of miracles I got through. Me! I switched off my radio so I could hear and was all set to jump through their hoops... Oh what hoops! It was just a Keith Urban music montage and I was to name all the songs in order. Five songs. One of them was playing backwards. Do you want to know what I heard? Mud. Pure mud. They recognized my disability of not having heard the montage earlier... but still. They also seem to have accused me of having my radio on, but I'm not totally positive of that acusation because, as I said, everything sounded like mud. Ugh. So I lose. No tickets. FRONT ROW! Nope. And there goes my only chance to win tickets for the next, like, five years. Statistics would show. To top it off, the show hung up on me. Other people get things for just calling and saying something that strikes the producer's fancy. I was in the middle of a sentence... Click. They're still my favorite morning show, though.
Sigh.

OH and did I mention that along with not winning front row seats I also did not win a meet and greet pass?! BACKSTAGE people. No goodlooking man with an australian accent for me.