What an amazing show (and another brief meeting)

RS Marquee-Tucson

Wow! The Stripped Down show at the Fox Tucson Theatre last night was so great! It was a whole different experience than last month’s full-band show. Just Rick on the stage with his guitars and, for some songs, a “band in a box” (prerecorded musical accompaniment – both instruments and vocals – all done by him and saved on a laptop). The show really showcased his amazing talent, both musically and in connecting with his audience.

The guy who handles the video background of pictures and other images for the show wasn’t able to get out of New York because of the weather so it was literally a one-man show. It felt almost more intimate that way, as there wasn’t any distractions. (Although the video screen that featured family photographs, shown on the Yahoo live-streamed show, was great, too.)

He also addressed his recent hand surgery – he had a cyst that needed to be removed – and he said that his left pinky was numb so he wasn’t able to play guitar with it. When he told the story, female members of the audience responded with an “awwwwww,” which he joked about for the rest of the show, throwing in a “my pinky is numb” here and there, which received follow-up “awwwww”s. Despite his numb pinky, he still rocked!

Perhaps it comes from his acting experience, but he’s really good at improvising. For instance, when a moth flew around him on stage, his reaction was hilarious. In addition to naming the moth – Mothy – he also shared that when he finds spiders in his house, he’s the type that puts it in a cup and brings it outside, which he said drives his wife crazy.

“My Father’s Chair” was a huge highlight – such a powerful song, especially when he sang part of it without a mic and his voice still filled the room.

As is the norm with the “Stripped Down” shows, he came back to the stage after the show for a Q and A. I stood in line although I hadn’t decided on a question yet. We ran out of time before it was my turn, which was OK. Right after the moderator said that people can only ask questions and it wasn’t a time to ask for autographs or for photos, the first person to speak said, “Hi, Rick. I don’t really have a question, but can you sign my book?” He also got “General Hospital” questions and “Do you remember this one show in 2001…” type of questions. Most people’s voices quivered a little bit as they asked their question or said their statement, which I can totally identify with. (More about that later.) He was so nice and gracious and funny in his responses.

Anyway, it was a really incredible show and I felt really grateful that everything worked out the way it did so my husband and I could be there.

I thought that since I met RS after the last concert, I could easily leave after this one, but that wasn’t the case. After all, we drove nearly two hours to get there and when would I get another chance to be in the same proximity as RS? After we started walking to the parking structure where we parked, I told my husband, “Let’s just go to the back of the theater.” He thought I was joking. I wasn’t.

We walked around the block and some people were hanging around at the back of the theater. My husband wasn’t comfortable just standing there so I said, OK, let’s go get the car, come back here and park and try a little later. He’s probably doing the Meet and Greets now so it will take some time. (As if I’m an expert at this now).

So on the way to the car, he still thought I was joking. I wasn’t. I said we’ll just hang out by the exit and see if he comes out. He told me it sounded kind of creepy and stalkerish. “Nah, he’s used to it,” I replied.

So because my husband is awesome and knew how much this meant to me, he went along with it. But he didn’t want to park on the same side as the exit because he thought it was weird that we’d sit in a car waiting for RS. So we parked in front of the theater and walked around the corner. We sat on a bench where I could keep an eye on the fans already gathered at the exit and once they started walking toward the exit, I figured it was time so I grabbed my husband and we went over there. And sure enough, standing there was RS! He looked so much more well-rested than after the last show, probably because this was the first show in the tour instead of one toward the end after being sick for weeks.

RS hug-cropped

My RS hug picture, where I look either tipsy (I wasn’t) or like a nutcase (I don’t think I am).

His people looked a little concerned that we were there (there were about 12 of us there), but they were nice about it, saying only that they were headed to get something to eat (it was about 10:30 p.m. at this point). So, being extremely gracious and kind, RS posed for a few photos – one with a whole group, one with one person and when it was my turn, I immediately turned into a babbling idiot. I said something like this: “When I met you last month, I didn’t get a chance to tell you, and I know this sounds crazy, but I wrote a blog about you.” He laughed a big laugh and gave me a big hug. My husband snapped a couple of photos and RS looked great but I looked either a little tipsy (although I didn’t drink anything but water) or like a complete nutcase.

I’m not quite sure if the big laugh was because of the fact that I would write a blog about him or because he’d read it and thought it was funny but I prefer the second option (although that’s probably delusional).

But RS, if you actually do read this: Thanks for being so kind, even to fans who come across as complete idiots. Hope you had a nice dinner and wishing you safe travels and a complete recovery for your hand. Thanks for putting together the Stripped Down show, it was really an incredible evening!

My meet and greet

As I approached the tents set up behind the stage, I saw him standing behind a group of people who had been further ahead of me in line. “There he is,” I screamed in my head, although I tried to walk as nonchalantly as possible since I wasn’t actually authorized to be there.

I’m not quite sure what I expected when it was my turn – some kind of recognition in his eyes maybe? Even though there was no reason why he should recognize me. I was surprised by the paleness of his eyes and he looked a little tired. He didn’t really look at me at all, but past me, most likely to see how much longer the line was. His strenuous schedule must be exhausting and he was probably ready to call it a night and get some rest before heading to Texas the next day (or even later that same night).

I hadn’t prepared what I was going to say to him – really the only plan I had was to give him the printed note in my hand with this blog address on it. I had printed it out right before I headed out the door, “just in case.” I even held it in my hand when he was in the audience for “Human Touch,”  just in case that was to be my only chance to give it to him, but he didn’t make it to my row. In retrospect, that was a good thing because the paper would have likely ended up trampled on the grass.

Anyway, as we turned to the camera for our photo, I handed him the folded piece of paper and said, “This is for you.” He looked at it, took it and said “thank you.” I don’t even recall having the photo taken because I was trying to think what else I could say. I almost blurted out “I’ve been a fan for 30 years” after the photo but it seemed like I already lost my moment because Matty was already shooing over the next person and that person had a guitar for RS to sign.

March 7, 2015

In case you missed the photo in the previous post, here it is again…. : )

The next day when I found our photo on the radio station website, I was relieved that it turned out so well. It allowed me to read all kinds of positive signs into his body language – leaning inward and not outward, hand on arm and not draped over shoulder, his cheek on my head, a smile (did I compare it to his body language in the other photos on the radio station’s website? Maybe.) And my eyes weren’t closed, so that was a bonus. He didn’t look at all tired in the picture, only really cute.

Although RS says he enjoys meeting his fans, I bet the meet and greets can get tiring, especially if there are people who are not necessarily serious fans but those who just think it would be cool to meet “that Jessie’s Girl guy” or “Dr. Noah Drake.” But I for one am very appreciative that he does them (and I’m sure many other fans would agree…).

A brief crossing of paths!

What an amazing day!

Not only did I have a great afternoon with some friends, but it all culminated in meeting Rick Springfield!

Here’s how it all played out:

We got to The Good Life Festival at Encanterra and decided to purchase the wine and beer tasting passport – which meant you walked around with a wine glass strung around your neck and got up to eight “tastings.” I was hesitant to get it at first because it was $25 and I’m kind of a lightweight nowadays so I didn’t think I’d drink that much. But in the end, it was totally worth it!

So I went with my best friend from junior high/high school – this was our fourth RS concert together over a 30-year period – and we met up with another friend from high school and two of her friends and had a great time catching up and hanging out. I got my picture taken with a cardboard cutout of Rick Springfield at the 94.5 Kool FM booth and we all entered the radio station’s contest to win a meet and greet with him after the concert.

We watched Howard Jones from our seats in Row 30, which was nice, then went back to the festival part to get another round of drinks and to visit the radio station booth for the meet-and-greet drawing. None of us won.

When we went back to our seats in Row 17 (did you notice that transition? – maybe the former occupants were Howard Jones fans but whatever the case, the seats were empty). Needless to say, it was a great show and I’m sure RS was looking right at me during the first few songs when he was wearing his sunglasses. (Just like he was looking right at me when I was 13 and I was looking at him through binoculars from however far back my seats were. Because, as any fan knows, that’s just the way it happens.)

Of course I was anxiously awaiting “Human Touch” to see if he would make it out to Row 17. He didn’t make it that far – he stopped a few rows in front of us – but with the zoom on, I got a nice video:

The show went pretty quickly. Maybe because he was the headliner of an all-day festival it was shorter than usual or maybe because I wanted to hear more songs, I don’t know. But I wasn’t ready to go yet.

I told my friend that we couldn’t go yet and because she’s a great friend and knows the depth and longevity of my RS infatuation, she went along with it – and encouraged it. Instead of going left and away from the stage, we went to the right and to the side of the stage and stood with people waiting to go backstage.

Before I continue, let me just say that by nature, I am a compulsive rule-follower. I usually try to do the right thing and play by the rules. But then sometimes there are those once-in-a-lifetime opportunities that come up that I don’t want to later regret missing. Plus (at the risk of offending those that pay big money for a meet-and-greet), I wasn’t hurting anyone by joining the line and wasn’t causing anyone else to miss out.

Anyway, remember that wine-tasting passport I mentioned? Well, the lanyard was similar to the one on the backstage passes and it was dark.

I mentioned in previous posts that March 7 would have been my mom’s 70th birthday. When we used to go to plays or concerts, my mom liked to stay afterward and meet the performers to get their autograph. She was one to try to make the most of opportunities and I knew she’d be rooting for me – perhaps she was even the one to arrange it from up above.

So I joined the line and walked backstage and there he was!

We were told that we couldn’t take a photo with him using our own camera but one would be taken by a photographer and posted on the radio station website.

The first thing I noticed was his incredible eyes. He looked a little tired and there was so much I wanted to say but I just handed him a folded piece of paper with this blog address on it and said, “This is for you.” He said, “thank you” and took the piece of paper. Then the photographer took our picture and it was time to move on.

March 7, 2015

March 7, 2015

I don’t even remember having the picture taken but there it is online, and he is holding the little piece of paper. Whether or not he will read it or this blog, I suppose I will never know, but if he does, I just wanted to say thank you for all the years of great music and inspiration! XO