Tuesday, May 31, 2011

On the plaza

Seen at Lincoln Center last week:

It's not quite as bad as one might imagine, though, at least for ABT season: the restaurant side of the Met outer balcony (the part visible in the center of this picture) has been roped off for an undignified but still-extant smoking zone.



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More generally important has been the shifting policy this past Met Opera season concerning the informal ticket resale market. For many, many years ticketholders with an unusable seat have been able to find last-minute buyers by simply standing outside the box office doors, ticket(s) to one's chest for easy spotting. No gouging (the one rule that's always been enforced is the legal requirement that one can't charge above face value), no gross hawking, and a way to get some return besides an itemized US tax write-off for a late-broken plan.

Fall 2010 brought a rather dramatic change (though the measure had been tried on a temporary basis previously): ticketholders wishing to unload their seats were now shooed away from their traditional space and asked to go to the front of the plaza to make their sales. This was, in effect at least, an attempt to kill the market altogether. "The front" is, for one thing, a much larger space -- there are two glass-covered walkway entrances as well as the wide main Lincoln Center steps -- and the ability of any seller or buyer to find an appropriate counterpart in that wide windswept flow of humanity is there greatly reduced. For another thing, the plaza entrance space is and was the working area of the repellent bottom-feeder scalpers whose daily labor is to take advantage of those patrons who don't know that they may get much better prices (both for sale and purchase) from actual operagoers a little way closer to the entrance. These scalpers' horrific persons and racket makes the front no place for a decent person to unload an extra ticket.

Longstanding markets are not so easily squashed, though, and over the course of this last season it simply turned into a game of hide and seek, with the locus either moving one poster-display over to the center or simply remaining in the traditional before-the-box-office space until a guard came for his thankless task of shooing... which would be effective for maybe five minutes.

The Met would, of course, prefer returns and the consequent possibility of double-selling a seat, but this was about the worst time to step on the longstanding repeat patrons who are most of the sellers (and, in fact, buyers). By the end of the season, in a victory for common sense or inertia or both, enforcement of the new resale prohibition seemed to have ceased -- except, thankfully, on the scalpers, who keep mostly to the glass-covered walkways out front. We'll see if next season brings any change, for the better or worse. Best would be to run the bottom-feeders out of Lincoln Center altogether (one used to only see them around Carnegie Hall), since in fact the house specifically chased off the one reasonably civilized ticket pro (perhaps because of his apparent access to group sale extras?). Worst would be a reprise, perhaps more enthusiastic, of last fall.

Since my readers may not all be personally familiar with the local market, allow me to summarize the bottom line:
(1) Never sell or buy from the guys accosting pedestrians in front of Lincoln Center -- or, if they've invaded the usual market area, from anyone who doesn't look like he'd actually go to the opera himself (and yes, they're basically all men).
(2) If you file American taxes and itemize, remember you can get a full tax deduction for turning in your ticket any time up to curtain.
(3) If you wish to buy or sell at the last minute, find the appropriate spot -- usually in front of the box office -- and look for/hold up tickets to the chest.
(4) Don't expect to get face value on the most expensive seats, even at a fairly sold-out show.
(5) Don't expect the market to be particularly active more than 30 minutes before curtain.
(6) That woman with a sign asking for a (free) ticket? She's there literally every night.

3 comments:

  1. Very helpful post! A how-to for buyers, sellers, and pariahs (AKA smokers). Sad to think of a roped in public area (seriously, I think it's ridiculous that people can't smoke outside now). But tell me, is the rope red velvet at least?

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  2. HAHAHA - the woman asking for a free ticket is at Carnegie the nights she's not at the MET.

    Great post.

    Joe

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  3. Immolda: Woven fabric tape, unfortunately. No glamour for you!
    Joe: She's at the ballet, too. And almost always gets in (to all events)...

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Absolutely no axe-grinding, please.