Shites meet their heroes
Oct 27, 2017 18:55:13 GMT
Post by graucho on Oct 27, 2017 18:55:13 GMT
I bet fawning sycophancy is an unwritten forum requirement for Shites when reporting about meeting their heroes
Melody Fair writes:
Meanwhile SyrinxTemple recounts a religious experience:
Melody Fair writes:
I went to one of these speeches tonight in Vancouver, Canada, and I got to ask him a question which I totally, fan-girled out and failed at. Shaking, I managed to say, which probably came across insulting in retrospect "It was 20 years since your last album, will you wait another 20 years for your next?" I am paraphrasing my own words because I was so flustered I added in some comment about, if current events are in fact creating more desires to write. He basically shrugged and said "Don't know", next question, and I retreated to my seat so fast and embarrassed.
Prior to the microphone coming to me, we did shrug at each other to infer "What's going on" and I hope thats the amazing interaction I remember: shrugging with the writer of Dark Side of the Moon.
What I can tell you all, is that, in his conversation tonight with two interviewees he mentioned that "deja vu" does in fact have two more verses which are far more pointed, and some of the lyrics in his recent album were meant to be far more political and specific. He is also possibly working on a project and song with a Palestinian artist (don't quote me, but thats what I heard). Anyways, I had one day to prepare for this, as I found out last night about it. I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for blowing an opportunity that big.e here
Prior to the microphone coming to me, we did shrug at each other to infer "What's going on" and I hope thats the amazing interaction I remember: shrugging with the writer of Dark Side of the Moon.
What I can tell you all, is that, in his conversation tonight with two interviewees he mentioned that "deja vu" does in fact have two more verses which are far more pointed, and some of the lyrics in his recent album were meant to be far more political and specific. He is also possibly working on a project and song with a Palestinian artist (don't quote me, but thats what I heard). Anyways, I had one day to prepare for this, as I found out last night about it. I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for blowing an opportunity that big.e here
Meanwhile SyrinxTemple recounts a religious experience:
There was a woman in front of me. The guy behind the counter looked at me and said, "We'll be with you in just a minute."
"No problem," I replied.
The woman at the counter was waiting on something. A man then proceeded to the counter who was obviously her boyfriend/husband (I wasn't sure). I hear him speak, I look up and that man was Robert Plant.
He checks out, I walk up to the counter and am just speechless. I told the guy behind the counter, "I'm sorry, I'm speechless. That's Robert Plant."
He said, "Yep"
Normally when I meet my musical heroes, as I often do because I attend music cruises, I try not to approach them much. I initially planned on doing the same here. But, being such a fan of his, I felt I had to thank him in some way for his music.
I walked out of the store and he was putting his purchases (He bought a turntable, oddly enough) in his girlfriend's mini-Cooper. I walked up to him and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just want to thank you for your music. I've been a fan practically my whole life. Since, I was three, in fact."
He said, "Whoa! Three? Are you serious?"
I said, "Yep, my dad played Houses of the Holy when I was a kid, and I loved it. So, thank you."
He said, "That's crazy! And, you're welcome"
I didn't want to annoy him, so I proceeded back to my car. I was shaking. Highly emotional, almost to the point of tears."
"No problem," I replied.
The woman at the counter was waiting on something. A man then proceeded to the counter who was obviously her boyfriend/husband (I wasn't sure). I hear him speak, I look up and that man was Robert Plant.
He checks out, I walk up to the counter and am just speechless. I told the guy behind the counter, "I'm sorry, I'm speechless. That's Robert Plant."
He said, "Yep"
Normally when I meet my musical heroes, as I often do because I attend music cruises, I try not to approach them much. I initially planned on doing the same here. But, being such a fan of his, I felt I had to thank him in some way for his music.
I walked out of the store and he was putting his purchases (He bought a turntable, oddly enough) in his girlfriend's mini-Cooper. I walked up to him and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just want to thank you for your music. I've been a fan practically my whole life. Since, I was three, in fact."
He said, "Whoa! Three? Are you serious?"
I said, "Yep, my dad played Houses of the Holy when I was a kid, and I loved it. So, thank you."
He said, "That's crazy! And, you're welcome"
I didn't want to annoy him, so I proceeded back to my car. I was shaking. Highly emotional, almost to the point of tears."
