All right, since Vanessa's let the cat out of the bag
, I guess I'll bore you all to death with a somewhat (but-not-quite-enough) abbreviated account of my sole brush with TSOM greatness.
It was a dark and stormy night... Whoops! Wrong story! Channeling Peanuts there for a sec... Anyway, I'd gone to Boston in late March, 1991, to stay with a friend and catch my first TSOM show. The concert was brilliant; I was completely blown away, in awe, and utterly smitten with The Man. As we later made our way out of the venue, I happened to notice a huge, *purple* tour bus parked next to the sidewalk at the rear of the venue. Knowing full well to whom that bus belonged, I decided that I was going to be brave and attempt to at least try to catch a glimpse of the band.
The weather was awful - freezing cold and drizzling icy rain, but I didn't care. My (now-former) friend and her roommate were quite pissed off and didn't want to wait with me, but ended up staying anyway, for s**t n' grins. Flash forward about an *hour* - we started seeing roadies, etc., moving equipment out of the back door of the venue. Awhile later, my patience was rewarded, as several times, I got to see Andreas and Tim walk back and forth between the venue and the tour bus. On their final trip back to the bus, Andreas and Tim actually stopped to say hello to me and the handful of diehard fans who'd stayed out there in the rain and cold.
Tim seemed shy; just said hello - while Andreas actually chatted a bit with us, and flirted with me (he'd noticed that I was nearly as tall as he was, and commented on how he likes tall women)!!! Naturally, my nerves were shot to hell...
Anyway, we all thanked Andreas and Tim for a great show, then they got back on the bus and remained there. A few minutes later, a rather short, skinny, very pale, black-haired gentleman, accompanied by a couple of bodyguards, walked back and forth between the venue's back door and the tour bus (several times) - passing not 2 feet from where I stood! Despite our calls to him, he *completely ignored* the few fans remaining out on the sidewalk. Well, needless to say, I was pissed off. The other fans drifted away; my (former) friend and her roommate were now very annoyed, and wanted to go get drunk at a local pub. Stubborn b*tch that I am, I was determined to get Android's attention. So I went and stood directly at the front of the tour bus, which had a very large, low front windshield (windscreen to you lot).
I could easily see band members and various other peeps milling around on the bus. The driver was directly behind the windshield from where I stood; I could see that he was talking to someone sitting on the floor in the aisle. The driver grinned at me, and spoke to the person sitting on the floor next to him - who, of course, was none other than Von. As if on cue, the crowd onboard parted, and I got an unobstructed view of The Man - without his sunglasses!!!!
I smiled at him and gave a little wave - and then (cue nauseating harp music, angels singing, etc., etc.) - Von gave me a little nod, and *smiled at me*. Of course, I lost it completely then, and screamed to my friend and her roommate, "He smiled at me!! He smiled at me!!" They laughed their asses off at me, as, I'm sure, did Eldroid and the bus driver, who undoubtedly heard my girly shrieking... I'll never forget that night as long as I live! *Swoon*
Ah, well... You all still awake? Hey!! Hello!!!
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