No, that’s not true, they didn’t really, but on the very off-chance that Andy does stumble across this, I want him to know that I am not one for empty threats or empty promises
I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed out back until much later, not that it would have stopped me. Even had I known earlier I still would have found a way, it was a whim, not something integral to my plans.
I went by myself with the intention of hanging out with the band that I have come to respect and adore. I hadn’t heard of the other two bands before, but I went with an open mind looking forward to the concert as a whole. I wandered around for a bit before the concert started and chatted up the merch guy. What can I say, it got me some free stickers, which is always a very cool thing. I found a spot near enough to see and hear well for the first band, who I had never heard of, The Lashes, from Seattle. They were good and I enjoyed hearing them, so when I saw them standing outside, I picked up and went out back to chat up the band (sans Ben, the lead singer, who was busy signing autographs). Nice guys, all. I figure it’s always a good idea to befriend whatever bands are playing, especially if you’re trying to get in with another. Of course, I must have made an impression later when I finally did meet Ben, explaining that we missed each other before as he was "off whoring himself to the fans". heh.
OK Go was up next and pardon me for repeating myself, but they give good show. These guys are most excellent performers and they seem to really bask in being rockstars. They really perform to the audience and play off the crowd. I doubt anyone would have known that Damian was under the weather had he not told us at the beginning of their set. They’re just a fun band to watch and, when the people in the crowd get over themselves enough to get into the music, it’s an excellent experience. I didn’t immediately accost them, but I did make my way outside again to chat with Damian about the guy he recommended to me three days before. They were spirited inside to sign autographs, so I went inside, but took my time heading over to the table where they stood. It was then that I pitched my… a-HEM… inspiring idea, but Damian was sick and Dan doesn’t do that, so it was up to Tim who was unlikely, and Andy… although I guess inspiration is not something often offered to these guys… I surprised them.
Next up was She Wants Revenge. Again, a band I had not heard before. They were good, but not really my thing. They’re a little more gothy or emo than I tend to like, but I still enjoyed the show. Right as they started I ran into a couple of friends who I hadn’t seen in probably a year or more, so I went out back (this was my third time) to catch a signal so i could send a text message about running into these two, and that’s when I got busted. "Miss, we need you to come inside, only the bands are allowed out here."
*sigh* After heading outside to accost the bands twice already, I get busted for sending an unrelated text message. However, since I am, in fact, a reasonable person, I went inside, was properly repentant and didn’t get thrown out of the club (unlike a couple of girls who were giddy and reckless and, I have a feeling were trying to get thrown out. Before the end of the show, they were successful.)
Once the show was over, I stuck around to find out what was going on. I was still hoping that Andy would take me up on my offer, but he wasn’t really to be found at that point. I did have a chance to chat with Tim for a while, who is a very cool, very sweet guy and, while I find that Damian is one of the nicest, most polite people I’ve encountered (what little encounter I’ve had), the poor guy really was sick and pretty much just kept to himself.
The lead singer from She Wants Revenge, Justin, came and introduced himself to me, which was cool. He was a nice guy to chat with. For all my girls who’ve shared in this conversation, you all would have been duly impressed with the sheer number of men in dress hats. I made a point to express my approval and our various conversations on the subject with all of them.
I finally tracked down the last man, Andy, at the very end of the night. They weren’t expecting it, so they weren’t really up for it. *sigh* for bad timing on small things. So I chatted him up for a while and he hugged me as a consolation prize which was a little odd, but who am I to refuse any hug from any source? The thing is that these guys - all of them, from all three bands, are just good guys. Really nice guys. These are the type of people I want to hang out with. I choose my friends carefully and the qualities that I look for are exhibited in these other folks, who happen to have some measure of fame and celebrity. I don’t track them down or engage them in conversation to say "Neener neener I met a rock star" I do it because I believe that spending time with these people will enrich my life or my night somehow.
And, of course, it gets me that much closer to my goal of wanting to know everyone.