I'll start in the morning after the
El Paso show because it makes more sense.
jandrox picked me up and we headed to the airport. We get to the gate and we're scanning around trying to find some other fanboys/girls who were heading the same way. Couldn't see any.
Then, just as they announce the pre-boarding, he says, "Hey, that guy looks like Trent. Arghhhh, it is him!" (paraphrased - I was spacing out). So we leap up and run over, and in typical nervous-fanboy-hyper-excited-mode, jandrox taps him on the shoulder and asks for his autograph on his WT CD, and I unrolled my tour litho for the same. Only 1/2 an hour before, I was wondering why the fuck I had bought a litho on the first of my three nights travelling. Now I know why :) My CD cover I'd brought along was in my checked luggage, so it was either the litho of the HATE 1990 shirt I was wearing.
Rob was with him, looking really pissed. I debated whether to ask him to sign the litho (after all, it's his cool design work), but be just looked really pissed so I left him alone. We said something about last night being a great show, and Trent replied something like, "Thanks, I was fighting the flu again".
We went back to sit down while the First class / preboarders got on, and started grinning insanely. I'm too old for this fucking fanboy shit, but it still hit me lo
l.
So, as we get on the plane we have to stop right in front of TR. An awkward silence that was doomed to be broken by an inane comment ;-)
In Phoenix, we have a 45 minute layover. TR and Rob went to Burger King, we went to the gate. We had plenty of time to get our heads together, and hoped he would be cool for a
photo or two, so we went and bought a disposable digital camera. And waited. They turned up 10 minutes before the flight was due to leave. We told them there was a delay, then we asked if we could be pathetic fanboys and get a picture, and got a "Sure" response. Wheee. I think everyone else in the terminal was wondering who the fuck it was.
After that it looked like Trent and Rob went off to kick some ass and maybe get bumped to another flight. jandrox and I went off for a wander.
When we got back, everyone had already boarded - the delay had turned out to be shorter than they had said. So we both rush onto the plane. I get to my seat, and I look up to see Trent sitting in the seat right behind mine (no first class on this small flight). jandrox, I think, was two rows behind. Another weird coincidence to add to the pile.
So I spend the flight reading my newspaper, not bugging Trent and Rob. At Palm Springs, jandrox and I head towards the car rental, and Trent/Rob headed out for a taxi.
OK, that's the OT but interesting for some part over with. To the show...
People had started lining up at 7pm the NIGHT BEFORE. Just when I start to worry about being too freakin' obsessed, I always run into someone who makes me feel, "Oh, well I'm not *that* bad". Went for a beer, said Hi to those I knew in the line, then disappeared until the show started.
jandrox had a VIP ticket, so we split up. I ended up to the left at the front. Rob was setup on the left with a small laptop with a "THE SPIRAL WEBCAM" sticker on it, scanning the crowd and the stage.
Kinda worked my way over to the middle halfway through, ending up next to Doba.
Set list was interesting - lots of fan faves, but I agree with Doba - the mix was pretty shitty, and way to loud - when I left I had a loud ringing in my left ear. Two days later, I still can't hear properly and it still hurts.
At the end, a couple of guitars and a keyboard got passed into the pit - talk about a fucking pirahna pit. I have no idea if anything made it out in one piece.
After the show, I grabbed a ride with Doba, on to Vegas. Pretty uneventful, except for the fucked up drunk chick who bumped us the second we got off the freeway. Welcome to Vegas baby...
El Paso -
Cabazon -
Las Vegas