Tuesday, June 22, 2004
My sister says I'm a stalker, but I prefer to use the word fan
Hotel in downtown Atlanta: $200
Three tanks of gas to cover 400 miles: $75
Ticketmaster tickets for one night only: $47
Front row center at the concert of the your dreams: Priceless
KEANE!! Friday night at the Cotton Club was SO AMAZING. Made some great new friends, but best of all got up close and personal with three of Britains newest rock stars. I've loved them since last summer so getting to hear them, see them, TOUCH them was like a dream. Tom was brilliant, Rich was funny, and Tim told me he was so impressed I knew the words to every song. I left that night, floating, with a set list, an entire roll of pictures and a whole second day of KEANE to look forward to.
Saturday afternoon at Tower Records, in hindsight, started much earlier than necessary. After a hurried lunch and a quick dash into one fantastic little shop to pick up some treats, I made my way to Tower to wait, and wait, and wait. With all that waiting, I had plenty of time to browse the ample shelves and buy a few too many presents for myself. About 45 minutes before showtime, I ran into Greg, the beautifully hot merch guy/personal trainer from New Zealand. We chatted for half an hour about his homeland, how he lived with Tom, whether or not I would make a good surfer and why Florida SUCKS. The boys finally came out and delivered yet another unbelievable show. Front and center once again and I swear Tom was singing to me. They came back out later to sign records. I gave Rich the Chocolate Hob Nobs I had bought for him earlier that day with strict instructions from Greg that they had to share and couldn't eat them until the next day. Tom mumbled that Rich had eaten every Hob Nob on the bus the day before and Rich was so excited to see that red little tin that he lept to his feet and threw his arms around my neck. Further down the line, Tim and I chatted about Krispy Kreme, the band's plans to tour the states again in September and the need for them to come to Florida ASAP.
My friend and sister practically dragged me from the store, but not before I went to say goodbye to Greg. It must pay to know the merch guy because he waved back by throwing me two of Rich's drumsticks.
Driving home was miserable. Eight hours after I started, I finally rolled into the driveway. Now all there is to do is wait until September.
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Three tanks of gas to cover 400 miles: $75
Ticketmaster tickets for one night only: $47
Front row center at the concert of the your dreams: Priceless
KEANE!! Friday night at the Cotton Club was SO AMAZING. Made some great new friends, but best of all got up close and personal with three of Britains newest rock stars. I've loved them since last summer so getting to hear them, see them, TOUCH them was like a dream. Tom was brilliant, Rich was funny, and Tim told me he was so impressed I knew the words to every song. I left that night, floating, with a set list, an entire roll of pictures and a whole second day of KEANE to look forward to.
Saturday afternoon at Tower Records, in hindsight, started much earlier than necessary. After a hurried lunch and a quick dash into one fantastic little shop to pick up some treats, I made my way to Tower to wait, and wait, and wait. With all that waiting, I had plenty of time to browse the ample shelves and buy a few too many presents for myself. About 45 minutes before showtime, I ran into Greg, the beautifully hot merch guy/personal trainer from New Zealand. We chatted for half an hour about his homeland, how he lived with Tom, whether or not I would make a good surfer and why Florida SUCKS. The boys finally came out and delivered yet another unbelievable show. Front and center once again and I swear Tom was singing to me. They came back out later to sign records. I gave Rich the Chocolate Hob Nobs I had bought for him earlier that day with strict instructions from Greg that they had to share and couldn't eat them until the next day. Tom mumbled that Rich had eaten every Hob Nob on the bus the day before and Rich was so excited to see that red little tin that he lept to his feet and threw his arms around my neck. Further down the line, Tim and I chatted about Krispy Kreme, the band's plans to tour the states again in September and the need for them to come to Florida ASAP.
My friend and sister practically dragged me from the store, but not before I went to say goodbye to Greg. It must pay to know the merch guy because he waved back by throwing me two of Rich's drumsticks.
Driving home was miserable. Eight hours after I started, I finally rolled into the driveway. Now all there is to do is wait until September.
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