It Ain't the Way It Sounds

Intimacy has been bastardized.

There was a time when the word intimacy conjured up images of snuggling with a significant other. Perhaps sharing a bottle of wine in front of a fireplace or spooning under the covers.

These days, concert promoters have made intimacy synonymous with robbery.

Recently radio stations and websites have been offering a plethora of intimate evenings with rock stars of long standing. It sounds enticing. An opportunity to listen to a gifted artist in a small venue. Only the venues aren't necessarily small and the suggestion of intimacy is only an excuse to start ticket prices at a hundred and fifty smackers per seat (or standing space).

To some folks an opportunity to see an artist in a building smaller than a sports stadium is worth the exorbitant price. I don't understand the acceptance of that price tag but I don't hold it against anyone either.

I do resent the bastardizing of what should be a loving term. Intimacy is one word that should remain pure.