That’s a pretty fair question in the age of the bust. What do we do with that 25 percent royalty we receive whenever someone clicks on a new tour, such as the latest routings for Swingin’ Utters or Scout Niblett?

Sure, there’s operating expenses. Bytes don’t grow on trees, and we don’t have to tell you that the price of HTML code has risen over 100 percent since we launched our Web site on that fateful rainy day in December of 1931. Then there’s type enhancement charges, font rendering fees and analog-to-digital conversion costs. Plus, we have to pay our tour researchers, our data entry people and our designated drivers. In short, it cost money to post dates for Good Charlotte, and Bret Michaels. In fact, about 50 percent of the revenue from every click goes toward maintenance and upkeep, plus all the caffeine, candy bars and laxatives that keeps runnin’ 24/7.

But there’s another side of the third-party tour date business that you hardly ever hear about. User safety. That’s right. You can look at dates for , Allister or Evan Dando on all day long, and not worry about a single accident. Can anyone else make the same claim?

Of course, it’s a different story at those other concert-info Web sites where the company spends nary a penny to ensure a pleasant experience for their users. And safety? Forget it. They couldn’t care less if something happened to you while you’re checking out the new shows for Steve Poltz and Ian Moore. Heck, you could fall out of the chair and crack your head wide open on your desk causing your brains to splatter all over your monitor like those beans spilled over Ann-Margaret in that Tommy movie.

But don’t expect them to notice. They’re too busy counting all the money they’ve made from conning people into looking at their out-of-date tour schedules. Sure, you could sue them, but they’d just laugh their weasel-like laughs and give you the bum’s rush out the door.

Needless to say, you don’t have to worry about that happening to you at, where we haven’t had a single user accident in the 73 years we’ve been in business. But if the unthinkable was to happen. If you suddenly slipped out of your chair while eyeballing the new dates for Patrice Pike & The Black Box Rebellion, hit your head on your desk causing it to split wide open across the top from forehead to brain stem, thereby spewing your brains out all over the monitor like that girl with the pea soup in The Exorcist, we’d take care of you. That’s right. That’s because we care about our users. All 3.4 billion that make up the family of concert fans.

Besides, we have more than enough Windex and paper towels to clean up even the biggest monitor.