Post by JTull 007 on May 10, 2017 1:32:47 GMT
Just last night I found this amazing story by a very cool TULL Fan named Fran...
FRAN THE FAN MEETING JETHRO TULL LINK
HANGING with JETHRO TULL
On July 19, 2000, as we did yearly, my friend, Debi, and I went to the TULL concert.
That year it was at the Beacon Theater NYC and it was a great show as usual. TULL had everyone
up on their feet. Ian Anderson was moving around the stage like a medieval lion with a flute.
Andrew Giddings, melting the keyboards, is the most awesome dancer sitting down I have ever seen.
Then there was Martin Barre ripping that guitar making each fan feel the vibrations.
Jonathan Noyce was buzzing away on the bass and Doane Perry whaling the drums.
When the concert was over Debi and I had to wait for my car at the parking lot that happened to be right
across from the Beacon’s backstage entrance. Now, you have to remember this is NYC
at the time ALL the theaters get out, so the line at the parking lot was incredibly long.
After about an hour we were still waiting when the band members emerged from the backstage door.
When Debi and I realized the opportunity in front of us we ran across the street to meet them
and get autographs. They all were so nice, signing everyone’s Playbill and talking to fans.
Then they left and we thought wow what a great night, that terrific concert and meeting the band.
Who could ask for anything more?
Debi and I then went back across the street to get the car and had to wait in line again.
Now about two hours, or so, after the show we are still waiting for the car. Suddenly, a huge bus pulls up
by the stage door and the Roadies were hanging out in front of it. Well, still bored waiting for the car,
Debi and I walked over to talk to the Roadies. Turns out they were great guys with great rock and roll stories.
And the Roadies couldn’t wait to hear our stories about being Paramedics in NYC.
So they invited us on the bus for a beer. We accepted.
Kenny Wylie was the Road Manager. Jay Bob Rubin was Ian’s tech and fill in drummer.
PK was lights, Mikey and ‘Elvis’ were sound. Tom was merchandise. And Midge was the stage manager.
On the bus we exchanged stories. The Roadies told stories of rock star parties at George Harrison’s home
and such. While Debi and I told gory stories of meat cleaver murders and gerbils in places you don’t want
to know about. We were having such a great time they invited us to join them the next day at another
venue in another state. Debi and I gave each other a look that said, what are you kidding,
holy $#!+, of course we want to go! Then we turned back and said calmly (while screaming inside),
“Yes, thank you, we would enjoy that.”
Jay said they would leave a VIP parking pass with backstage ALL ACCESS passes at the gate for us.
The next morning Debi and I packed into my Mountaineer and headed off to the venue.
All the way we were worried about being played for fools.
We were praying we didn’t drive all that way and find nothing waiting for us.
But when we got there everything was waiting for us, the parking pass and the backstage passes.
(WOW!)
We met Ian and his wife Shona, who were so nice and made us feel welcomed.
And it was really a trip meeting Martin, Andrew, Doane and Jonathan, all crazy funny guys.
We went out for drinks after the show with Andrew, Jonathan, Tom, Jay and Kenny.
We had such a great time they invited us to follow them to their gigs in Canada.
(WOW, WOW!!)
With both our kids away at camp and not having to worry about work, we said yes, of course we’ll go.
Not that we were jobless slacks, I had my own company and Debi’s schedule was free,
so we decided we were off for a while.
We followed the bus up north but at the boarder Deb and I got through in minutes (this was pre 9/11)
but it took about an hour for the bus to clear once the guards realized it was a rock band.
They even cut open their tea bags! Image that, leaving the Brits no tea, not very nice.
Not finding anything on the bus we were finally on our way to the first gig in Quebec.
I got to be the Horn Girl in a little skit with Andrew on stage during the show in Quebec
and another night I got to be the Water Carrier. At another show Debi was Water Carrier.
We learned about setting up the stage, lights and sounds. All very interesting and educational,
you’d be amazed at the precise technical abilities of the Roadies and their College Degrees.
What an experience, Debi and I went from fans to groupies to roadies to cameos on stage with TULL
to friends all in one amazing summer. For the next four years, or so, Debi and I visited our friends
at some of their venues. We were always treated with kindness and respect.
I will never forget the great music, craziness and fun we had together.
From then on we have all remained friends, keeping in touch from time to time.
If you have a story I’d love to hear it. Also, I would love to hear your comments.
Debi I’m sure you have something to add. If you like please click LIKE button and Follow me.
Come back next time for another story, see you then.
FRAN THE FAN MEETING JETHRO TULL LINK
HANGING with JETHRO TULL
On July 19, 2000, as we did yearly, my friend, Debi, and I went to the TULL concert.
That year it was at the Beacon Theater NYC and it was a great show as usual. TULL had everyone
up on their feet. Ian Anderson was moving around the stage like a medieval lion with a flute.
Andrew Giddings, melting the keyboards, is the most awesome dancer sitting down I have ever seen.
Then there was Martin Barre ripping that guitar making each fan feel the vibrations.
Jonathan Noyce was buzzing away on the bass and Doane Perry whaling the drums.
When the concert was over Debi and I had to wait for my car at the parking lot that happened to be right
across from the Beacon’s backstage entrance. Now, you have to remember this is NYC
at the time ALL the theaters get out, so the line at the parking lot was incredibly long.
After about an hour we were still waiting when the band members emerged from the backstage door.
When Debi and I realized the opportunity in front of us we ran across the street to meet them
and get autographs. They all were so nice, signing everyone’s Playbill and talking to fans.
Then they left and we thought wow what a great night, that terrific concert and meeting the band.
Who could ask for anything more?
Debi and I then went back across the street to get the car and had to wait in line again.
Now about two hours, or so, after the show we are still waiting for the car. Suddenly, a huge bus pulls up
by the stage door and the Roadies were hanging out in front of it. Well, still bored waiting for the car,
Debi and I walked over to talk to the Roadies. Turns out they were great guys with great rock and roll stories.
And the Roadies couldn’t wait to hear our stories about being Paramedics in NYC.
So they invited us on the bus for a beer. We accepted.
Kenny Wylie was the Road Manager. Jay Bob Rubin was Ian’s tech and fill in drummer.
PK was lights, Mikey and ‘Elvis’ were sound. Tom was merchandise. And Midge was the stage manager.
On the bus we exchanged stories. The Roadies told stories of rock star parties at George Harrison’s home
and such. While Debi and I told gory stories of meat cleaver murders and gerbils in places you don’t want
to know about. We were having such a great time they invited us to join them the next day at another
venue in another state. Debi and I gave each other a look that said, what are you kidding,
holy $#!+, of course we want to go! Then we turned back and said calmly (while screaming inside),
“Yes, thank you, we would enjoy that.”
Jay said they would leave a VIP parking pass with backstage ALL ACCESS passes at the gate for us.
The next morning Debi and I packed into my Mountaineer and headed off to the venue.
All the way we were worried about being played for fools.
We were praying we didn’t drive all that way and find nothing waiting for us.
But when we got there everything was waiting for us, the parking pass and the backstage passes.
(WOW!)
We met Ian and his wife Shona, who were so nice and made us feel welcomed.
And it was really a trip meeting Martin, Andrew, Doane and Jonathan, all crazy funny guys.
We went out for drinks after the show with Andrew, Jonathan, Tom, Jay and Kenny.
We had such a great time they invited us to follow them to their gigs in Canada.
(WOW, WOW!!)
With both our kids away at camp and not having to worry about work, we said yes, of course we’ll go.
Not that we were jobless slacks, I had my own company and Debi’s schedule was free,
so we decided we were off for a while.
We followed the bus up north but at the boarder Deb and I got through in minutes (this was pre 9/11)
but it took about an hour for the bus to clear once the guards realized it was a rock band.
They even cut open their tea bags! Image that, leaving the Brits no tea, not very nice.
Not finding anything on the bus we were finally on our way to the first gig in Quebec.
I got to be the Horn Girl in a little skit with Andrew on stage during the show in Quebec
and another night I got to be the Water Carrier. At another show Debi was Water Carrier.
We learned about setting up the stage, lights and sounds. All very interesting and educational,
you’d be amazed at the precise technical abilities of the Roadies and their College Degrees.
What an experience, Debi and I went from fans to groupies to roadies to cameos on stage with TULL
to friends all in one amazing summer. For the next four years, or so, Debi and I visited our friends
at some of their venues. We were always treated with kindness and respect.
I will never forget the great music, craziness and fun we had together.
From then on we have all remained friends, keeping in touch from time to time.
If you have a story I’d love to hear it. Also, I would love to hear your comments.
Debi I’m sure you have something to add. If you like please click LIKE button and Follow me.
Come back next time for another story, see you then.