Famous for that hyper catchy song about that nightmare of a hotel, Eagles come to Sharks Territory!
Eagles need no introduction. Look man even I know who these guys are and I am amazed that they still have a major major following! They are listed at 144th in the world on Spotify! Wow! They have just over 26 MILLION monthly listeners on Spotify! Do you have that many monthly listeners?! I did not think so! I am seriously not even going to explain who Eagles even are. Ya I said “even” twice in a sentence what are you going to do about it? Nothing. Now, me personally; I have banged myself over the ears with Hotel California many years back so as a result I would rather not hear that song in maybe another decade or so. I don’t know. I am still thinking about that one.
Now; I remember the last time I went to the S-A-P, me olde man took me to Monster Jam. Don’t hate. Pro-tip: the SAP is not a great place for such an event. So much kicked up dust got on my pizza not to mention inside my lungs. Bad air circulation. Sigh. Anywho, aside from that It is a fun fun place to be. Trust me, and if you love Pepsi products, they do serve only Pepsi products like Mtn Dew and Pepsi Zero Sugar. Just saying and yes the pizza is good. They serve exclusively Round Table at least when I was there. Anyway, since this band is such high, high profile, it is only fair that the starting price for the tickets are as equally high as the starting price. $125. Plus fees of course. You do not want to know how high the price can go from there….. Or maybe you do…. Either you can click on the link down below if you want to find out that badly. But we all know you won’t. Not in this economy thanks to all the trash that happened in 2020 including during the holiday season. I miss cheaper concert tickets, fast food, and gasoline…
Details
- Get your tickets here at ticketmaster.com before this band gets so old they can’t do this stuff anymore.
- It lands on a tuesday
- 525 W Santa Clara, San Jose
- Drink water
- Starts at 8 pm be early
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