Meets and Greets

I DJ at 89.5 FM WSOU on Saturday nights from 8PM until midnight. It's just something I've done for fun since June of '05. Each DJ gets an engineer. So my engineer for half of my shift is Omar. He had his first band meet and greet today. It makes me reminisce...


The first band I ever met was Trivium. This was before they were big, before Matt had long hair. This was Ascendancy and Matt and Corey were 19. I went up the elevator and there were some people I had never met in the elevator with me. So stupid me, I ask, who are you? I didn't know of Trivium at the time so when they told me who they were, I still had a blank face. What can I say, I'm that girl.

Trivium will always have a special place in my heart for that. Matt had short hair at the time and was talking about high school, girls and crocodiles though not in that order. I've met Trivium once or twice since then. I did make them cupcakes the next time I saw them for The Crusade album. Apparently they were good, Matt took them for his dad who helps manage them.

Since The Crusade, I haven't like Trivium half as much. Supposedly Shogun is supposed to be better, but I haven't been inclined to listen to it. I'm still stuck on Children of Bodom and Slipknot for the moment. Eventually I'll listen....eventually....someday I'll get to all the music I want to listen to.

The whole purpose of this post was to remind myself that I want to make a list of all the bands I have seen in concert/how many times and what bands I've met. Someday I shall grow old and feeble minded and not remember, so it's better to start thinking of this now.

Off to make my list, with the list will come more Meet n Greet stories. There are plenty of them....

Flu-ing

I have been avoiding the computer for the last week or so as well as battling the flu. I will try to type something up when it no longer feels so damn awkward to type. Why must everything be so awkward sometimes?

This Is Probably a Bad Thing

So lately I have been working in an austistic Pre-K room. I kinda secretly love it. I wouldn't want to do regular Pre-K, its not for me. These kids are special though. You can't really discipline them, you kinda just have to roll with it. Its a different thing, it almost makes me want to be a special education Pre-K teacher. Almost...

Its fun to do crafts all the time. They don't really write or read. Talking in any form of a coherent sentence doesn't really exist. It is all about getting them to do things for themselves like potty training or just using scissors. Simple things that I take for granted is hard for them. Pulling up their pants while still in the bathroom stall is a chore for them. Staircases are hard, holding a pencil is hard, so many things for them are hard.

Its timeless in that class, class periods don't really exist. You don't teach reading, writing, science, but rather whatever you can get through with them. They count and many other things, but then again they don't sit still through a story reading. The attention span is short and you can't really put them back on task. Maybe this is my calling, who knows...I just really like them.

I've been mad since yesterday. I realize the only time I completely forgot about it was when I was at work. I love my co-workers, they are awesome. My students are special, that's the best way to describe them, special. Sometimes I get kisses, sometimes i get hit, I just roll with it. If I could, I would decorate the hell out of that classroom and make it a fairytale for those kids. As it is, there is more crafting supplies than I could possibly have an idea for. I LOVE IT.

I know I'm going to get kicked out eventually, but for now I adore it. I'll take every second I can get. In the meantime I'm having a blast :)

Well That Was a Waste of Time

So I got to meet Slipknot members today. Woo hoo...it was enjoyable and all, just stuff happened that made me upset.

I will preface this with the fact that I used to cry a lot, especially in high school. I cried in front of almost every teacher and then some. I tried not to do this in college and I'm really trying not to do it at the radio station. I strive to keep my cool as often as possible.

So today Corey and Shawn come up. I'm slightly disappointed that Joey didn't come up, but that's more than ok. It was a great interview, Greg handled it well. Corey was hyper and it was hilarious. I'm glad I got to see him. It was more what happened as they left and what not.

About two weeks ago, I asked Greg to go to the show with me. I hate going to shows alone much less arenas, but that's a different matter He said he didn't know if he had tickets so I waited because I too didn't have tickets. I assumed we would go to Camden together on Saturday. As the band is leaving, Wally asks Greg to go with him and Greg says yes. I just stare in disbelief, perhaps I made the assumption that I was going with Greg, I still have no idea. Greg just assumes I have tickets. When we go listen to the IDs, Greg never put my name on the list. Well two blows to me causes tears to well into my eyes.

If there wasn't a room full of people, I would have slammed Greg into a wall. Well actually I did slam Greg into a wall. But I wanted to yell and cry and just let it all out. As I write this it seems to be coming all out.

Steve told me last week that Greg and people I think are friends really don't give a shit about me. I try to think that Steve isn't right, mainly because I always try to prove that Steve isn't right. Somehow this whole incident with Greg makes me think that Steve is right, that Greg doesn't care about me. I really don't want to believe this, really I don't.

I confronted Greg and yet I don't fell better. I should have cried. I should have yelled. He said he will try to get me tickets. My options stand as either going to MSG tomorrow night alone or going to Camden Saturday with Jackie. I don't like either option.

I know this seems like a giant whine, but it does mean something to me. Music, for better or worse, is my life.

You Don't Know Me

I would like to know where people got the idea that I'm a band groupie. I'm a firm believer than I am a Band-Aid. Now to get my reference you will have had to watch Almost Famous. If you haven't watched Almost Famous, then why are you reading my blog, you should be watching one of the greatest movies ever. I don't want to sleep with anyone in a band. Well...a kiss would be nice, but after that, no thank you and this only applies to like two or maybe three guys out there anyway.

Everyone is freaking out about a band that is coming up to WSOU this week. I've been told to stay away, but what the hell am I really going to do? I'm not going to gawk at these individuals or freak out. I leave my freaking out moments to before and after said meeting. I will freak out, there is no question of that especially since one of the guys might be one of the aforementioned guys I would actually kiss. Unbeknown to people, I do actually have the ability to control myself within certain situations. I tend to think my social skills are good even though other things may be lacking.

Mainly I like meeting people who inspire my thoughts about music and writing in general because I admire them. They are people just like you and me that have achieved the ability to move others with their creations. I wish I could do that. Just meeting them is inspiring enough for me, but no one gets that. I really wish I could put a post-it note on me sometimes that has this sort of disclaimer: Allie is not as celebrity obessed as appears.

I just honestly wish I could ask questions. I wish I was the one doing the interview even though that would get me anxious. One on one talking is fine, me plus famous people plus radio is a disaster. The pressure of knowing others are listening is a bad idea. I can't talk on the radio when I'm relatively alone, how am I supposed to do with people I admire there. I'd come off looking like a jerk.

My questions are simple, what makes you get up in the morning. Why? I guess I wish I could put together some meaning of life out of these questions. For all I know, their answers could be the keys I need to piece together my own life.

I know they don't want to meet people and I get that. I'm sure they wish they could slip back into obscurity sometimes, but they can't. This is the part that gets me, do I wait all day to meet them or do I not. They really don't want people there, but at the same time I feel compelled to do this. Part of me would die if I didn't try at least, part of me doesn't want to bother them. It happened during the bar meeting with COB. Part of me just wants to observe them, part of me wants to talk to them. I don't want to annoy, but yet I want to know.

Even those with me that night at the bar with COB don't get it. I didn't want to take a picture with Alex Skolnick cause I was intimidated, but because I didn't want to bother the man. He just wants to drink and relax, he doesn't want to take a picture with me. I got mad at Chris cause he said something dumb to Alexi and it made me feel all embarassed. I don't want to gawk at the band coming up, I merely want to observe. If I get a picture, fine. If I get an autograph, stellar. Mainly I just want to see them with me own eyes, ascertain the fact that they are real.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I am underestimated and that many assumptions are made as to who I am...