I still have my backstage pass, if anyone thinks I should auction it off on e-bay.
For those of you who might be worried about whether my life is in the process of taking an abrupt turn to another course, it may be reassuring to learn that I came home and listened with great delight to the Saint-Saens Organ Concerto before I went to bed.
Personally, I think that´s just called life. I´ve found myself going to see "local" bands for more or less the same reason, and being one of the oldest in the crowd. That said, I like to think the youngsters appreciated the fact that I listened to their Led Zeppelin rip offs, while sporting a jacket and tie, and swilling a Striker beer (my suggestion? Stay away from Striker beer!) On the other hand, maybe they thought I was a talent scout ...
I did in fact go backstage, but with a sweet well-mannered bass player from Puddle of Mudd. He was kind enough to tell me not to go too close to a certain pice of equipment "because those are the pyrotechnics." I would have met Kid Rock but he was in a meeting with his staff. I wouldn't have cared about meeting a rock star, but I'm always interested in getting to know someone else from Detroit.
Geeeee mom! I know I said this over the phone but "way to stake your claim on young culture!" okay maybe i didn't say those words, but i said others too.
i'm a tiny wee teeensy bit jealous just because i have this problem of being in awe of famous people. thankfully, my movie experience taught me that this was proposterous.