Hi everyone. There's a new kid on the block here.
I recently posted a story under the Open Season category to a thread listed as 'Randomness' about my first live encounter with David and have received some requests for another story, so being specifically about David I am putting the next story here. Check out the original post to get a grip on whats going on.
Warning: my stories can be lengthy and detailed, so I will try to condense as much as possible.
So, met some other fans at the shows in England, and we all exchanged photos, they gave me copies of their recordings of the shows, we kept in contact and planned on meeting up for the American leg of the E&N tour. One flew across the country and stayed with me for the San Francisco show, which was incredible, by the way. It was at THE Fillmore, a tiny venue steeped in rock/blues history. I was up front standing dead center stage with my chest at the stage floor and so close to David that I almost felt I was invading his performing space - it was unreal!
Then, all four of us met in Los Angeles for the next CA show. How ironic - seeing David in a town like LA - the last place you would associate with him. Got some killer shoes from the Prada store on Rodeo - the most beautiful shaped shoe I have ever seen. Our two friends stayed at the Hyatt, also legendary for it's musical guest list, while my friend and I slummed it in some shanty motel so I could pay for my shoes!
In the most strangely coincidental play of events, David and the band just so happend to be staying at the Hyatt, as well. Our friends saw the tour bus and told us about it the day of the show when we had lunch at that cheesey hotdog-shaped diner on Sunset.
David played again an amazing show at the Wiltern theatre, a beautifully ornate venue, perfect to experience his music. Being that this is America, with our guns and gun laws, stalkers, etc., we knew there was no use in waiting for him after the show, so we just decided to go back to the Hyatt and have some drinks at the bar and bask in our excitement.
We were sitting in the almost empty bar at this window table overlooking Sunset Strip (with this huge, ever changing, neon billboard across the street flashing brightly, illuminating everything) and a couple of rounds into our drinks, our digital photos, sharing stories and such when lo and behold, in walks the band.
Everyone kind of freezes and then that surreality begins to creep in. I believe it was Tim, Keith and Matt. They ordered drinks at the bar and sat down at a table across the room from us, paying us no mind at all. My companions were sort of star struck and were hesitant to approach, but I got up from my seat and told them that I planned on being a gentleman. I walked over, introduced myself, told them I thoroughly enjoyed the show, and then they invited me to have a seat with them, and I did.
Needless to say, my friends were floored as they watched me from across the room as the four of us chatted like chums - the cocktails helped. I told them that my friends would surly like to say hi, and the guys said "of course," so I called them over. Together we all chatted for a bit, we thanked them then excused ourselves and went back to our table.
Even higher than before we sat enjoying ourselves to the hilt, when all of a sudden my friend looked up with her eyes as wide as ping pong balls and quietly gasped, "It's David."
Okay, this has already gotten so long...let me know if you wanna hear the rest.