After a mix of the complete "Beethoven's Last Night" with some songs from Gutter Ballet and their newest album, "Night Castle," I was a happy camper. I had another good concert to tuck away into my musical memory box.
Aaaaaannnndddd then, to make the concert even more memorable, I met them. After 5 concerts, I can now say I have met a good portion of the members of TSO.
While I did not have a conversation with each of them, I did talk with about 2/3 of them. Vitali, the Ukrainian keyboardist, told me, "I like ze curly hair. It looks veerry nice." I tried to get the nerve to ask him and Mee, the new female keyboardist, how long it took them to get the fast movement of Moonlight Sonata up the full speed, but instead I just stuttered and stumbled my way through the line. And then, there he was, with his massively big hair and black nails. I was face to face with Jeff Scott Soto. His first words: "I like the hair" as he picked up a piece of his own hair. I fought to keep from collapsing while trying to form complete words. "Thank you. I like yours too."
(There are two things JSS could have said to me that would have made my life. One was "Marry me." The other was "I like the hair." Seriously. I'm not making this up.)
After JSS, came Andrew Ross, who seemed a little perturbed at being forced to wait on us to sign autographs. I just smiled and told him, "Y'all did great" which I'm sure he already knew. I guess that was better than, "Fix the attitude, pretty boy." But other than his smelly attitude, everybody else was genuinely nice. I vaguelly remember some of the girl singers and meeting Roddy Chong, the fiddle player, but I was still spinning from my encounter w/ Mr. Soto. (I'm telling you, I am a huge fan.) I should mention that throughout this process, my friend asked me to take some pictures of her, which triggered some bodyguard to tell me not to take anymore picutres till I got to the end of the line- which was funny, because the people behind me were going waay slow, so the band in between had nothing to do. At the end of the meet-and-greet line came the one and only Mr. Al Pitrelli (yes, the same Al Pitrelli from Megadeth). My friend asked him if he had ever had someone ask him to sign a ketchup packet. Apparently he had not, as he and the girl next to him began laughing hysterically, exclaiming how cool it was to sign it and how ketchup was totally their favorite condiment. He told my friend to come around to the other side of the table and asked me to take a picture of them (which I did, even though the bodyguard gave me what might possibly be the worst look I have ever received from anyone I've not known by name. Really, it was so bad, I cropped him out of my pictures.). Al then told me to walk behind the table to take a picture with him, too. (See? Super nice!) I met Mr. Bodyguard face to face and he started scolding me. I simply pointed to Al and said, "He told me to." He had no response and left me alone. Turns out, it pays to have connections.
And so, without further ado, my proof that I a) met TSO and b) completed Task 51 by meeting another celebrity and not offending him or her this time.
(From left to right) One of the female vocalists whose name I do not know, me, the one and only Al Pitrelli.
Me and Jeff Scott Soto
1- Still on a vicarious high from your meeting JSS. There are no words. No words.
ReplyDelete2- You didn't tell me Rob Evan was playing Beethoven!!! I have a funny story about how I almost sang at a concert with him, but he backed out at the last minute. Actually, yeah, that was the story.