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The Story about how I ‘Finally’ Met Conor Oberst (Part II)

December 12, 2008 6 comments

Hello my fellow readers! I said Part II was coming soon, and here it is! I wrote this in August 2007.

 

Not so long ago I posted the story about how I almost met Conor Oberst. Now I can finally say I met the dude. And he was awesome. How did it happen? Just keep on reading and you’ll find out. I must say though, the previous story was a lot more exciting… and funnier haha. There is nothing funny about this one. But I still gotta tell it.


I went to Europe this year for a holiday. I spent about 6 weeks there, in fact, I only got back yesterday! I spent a week in the Netherlands, where I visited my friends from there. Luckily for me, Conor was going to play two nights in a row in that country. So of course, before heading to Europe I made plans with two friends to go to both concerts, one night with each friend.

The first one took place on July 10th, and it was after this concert that I met him. It was just too easy. We arrived at the venue not too early, but not too late, to make sure to be on the front row. When they opened the doors we ran to get a good spot there. And we did manage to be on the front! We were in the left side of the stage. The concert was amazing and Conor was very talkative, telling jokes all the time. I really love that about him: the interaction he maintains with the audience.


Anyway, after the concert, my friend and I were so happy that we thought “let’s see if the tour bus is around, maybe we can wait for him!”. So we walked outside of the venue and indeed the tour buses were just around the corner behind it. There was a fence, so we couldn’t just stand immediately next to the buses, or next to the artists’ door. Even then we were close enough. Only about 10 people were waiting, which was pretty cool. I thought if there weren’t too many people there, then we wouldn’t scare Conor away. The first one we saw was Mike Mogis. He was a sweetheart, signed autographs for us and stayed talking to us through the fence. As I am a little shy I didn’t dare to talk much to him, but just stood there and laughed and pretended to participate in the conversations he was having with the other fans. I had a notebook with me, one that I sometimes use as a diary, and it was the only thing I had that they could sign. When I gave it to Mike through the fence to have it signed he kind of stared at it LOL. It was funny  he was like “WTF is this? Lol”.


After a few minutes Mike went inside the bus and we all kept on waiting for Conor, who usually is the last to come out. When he finally did I couldn’t believe it. Finally he was right there and it was my chance to talk to him. I knew I’d get his autograph, since all I had to do was to give him my notebook, no words would be needed. Would I dare to actually say something to him during those precious few seconds he would spend signing my notebook? When he finally approached to where I was standing, I gave him the notebook. While he was signing it I hesitated, but finally opened my mouth and said “I came all the way from Southamerica to see you!” He stopped what he was doing and glanced up to look at me (he is very small, I actually think he may be a couple centimeters smaller than I) and said “seriously? From where!?” My friend who was standing next to me said “She’s form Chile!” And Conor continued “Wow really?”

Then I quickly said that he just HAD to go there because there were fans waiting for him and all that. He said, in a very Conor-ish way “Man… I think I’m heading there, seriously. Don’t know when but… in my mind, I’m there, I really want to go there” he said that at least twice lol. And of course while he was telling me all that I got his lovely beer breath on my face LOL, which reminded me of the wet kisses that I got from him two years from that day. Before he moved away from where I was standing, I told him “This is the 4th time I see you here in Europe!” and again I caused an impression “seriously!?” he couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t gonna tell him that I just happened to be there by coincidence. He probably thought I had travelled from Chile just to see him LMAO. But anyway… that’s the story. Because of the fence I didn’t think about taking a picture with him… I definitely should have. But at least I have his autograph to remember 😉


It was great, he actually looked at me in the eyes and told me how much he wanted to come over here… what a nice guy, I’ve got to tell you. Despite all the things other people may say about him, he is a very cool guy! And very humble, above all.
The next night, July 11th in Amsterdam, I was really excited and thought I could probably meet him again if we could only find the tour buses. After the concert, my other friend and I walked around the venue but couldn’t find any buses…

So that’s it! Not such an exciting story, but I finally met him 🙂 Thanks for reading!!

I might as well mention that I met him again in July 2008, in Santiago Chile. That’s right, he did listen to me that night and decided to come to Chile and other countries in Latinamerica. That time I did manage to get my photo next to him… check it out J

 

Conor Oberst and I in Santiago Chile.

Conor Oberst and I in Santiago Chile.

 

 

Thanks again for reading my story!!

I’ll be adding the story of how I met MUSE soon.

Cheers,

Carolina

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The Best Dream I’ve Ever Had

November 18, 2008 1 comment

How many times have you dreamt something so amazing that it’s painful to wake up? How many times have your dreams surpassed your reality? Well, last night I had one of those dreams. And even though I’m sitting here at work, I need to write it down, or else I might forget it.

Ok, if you have read some of these entries, then you’ll know I’m a fan of Muse. My dream starts with them. So, I don’t know where we were or why, but I was with my boyfriend and some friends waiting outside some venue to see Muse in Chile. This was the second night and we were glad to be there because there were hardly any people there. First we got some really bad seats but then we realised we could just move and stand in front of the stage, where not too many people were. So we went there. It was really weird because the part that was in the middle of the venue, where you could stand in front of the stage, was somehow higher than the stage. So we climbed up there and stood on the left side of the front, near Matt Bellamy’s microphone. I was excited as hell. [… I have seen Muse live 3 times though, but each time it has been breathtaking… this dream was no exception…]. People started to arrive, yet it still wasn’t full. I glanced over my shoulder to check out the crowd and there was plenty of space left. And the show was about to begin. I was happy cause I didn’t like extremely crowded venues. My friends were also very excited to be there. But nobody like me… I am a fangirl.

Finally, the band climbed on stage and everyone started cheering.  [ If you don’t know Muse, here’s some little info: they’re three guys, they come from Britain and they have been out there playing music for about 10 years. I have been a fan for 6 years. Their lead singer, Matthew Bellamy has an amazing voice, and outstanding guitar and piano skills. The bass player, Chris Wolstenholme is a very quiet guy, whereas the drummer Dominic Howard is a sweetheart. All songs are sung by Matt, except for a few backing vocals where Chris and Dom help. ]

Now the surreal part. Dom and Chris start a song, everyone’s excited. And when everybody expected Matt to go ahead and grab his guitar and microphone to sing, he goes and sits at a table behind Chris and Dom, while Chris began to sing an unknown tune. Matt just sat at the table and stared at the audience, smiling. Suddenly, a bunch of people who were standing beside me jumped on the stage (which wasn’t hard at all, considering that the stage was a little lower than we were) and stood in line to get Matt’s autograph. Ok, they didn’t stand in line, they were all over the place! I didn’t think about it twice and jumped as well. I didn’t have anything for him to sign, except for some piece of paper that I had in my pocket. When it was my chance to have his attention I pulled out the paper and asked him to sign it. He smiled and had a look at it. He giggled and I said “don’t ask, I have no idea what that is!”. I also told him that I was happy to meet him again [ …The first time I saw Muse live in The Netherlands in 2006, I was lucky enough to spot them at a bar in Amsterdam before the show and meet them. It was amazing… ]. He said something back but I can’t remember what it was! Anyway, after a moment, we all jumped back to where we were, and Matt finally started singing. I went back to my friends and my boyfriend, we had such a great view from there. For some reason, the concert seemed unusually short, and my partners left. I didn’t leave because I knew there’d have to be an encore. And there was…

Surreal part number two: it wasn’t Muse anymore on the encore, it was Bright Eyes […Conor Oberst is another of my top three music heroes. If you’re not familiar with him, he has been recording music since the age of 12. He is now 28 and has had multiple music projects, but the one he’s most famous for is Bright Eyes. He has played at the Vote for Change concerts to support Obama this year. I have seen Bright Eyes 7 times and met him twice…]. I was so happy I couldn’t believe this was happening. Of course, I thought my dream was real. I noticed that the venue was now packed and everybody was singing along with Conor. I was still on the very front. He had his guitar, his band and nothing else mattered at that moment. I had no idea where my friends and boyfriend were, but frankly, I didn’t care.

The concert was over, so I walked out of the venue. On my way out I heard a bunch of girls screaming and yelling. I knew they had probably found Muse and Conor at the back door or something, so I made my way there. When I got there it was impossible to sneak in, so I simply stared. Suddenly, I see Conor reaching through the crowd. Apparently, nobody noticed that he had escaped, but me. I immediately walked up to him and started a conversation. Basically, I told him that it was great to see him again, and that I had met him twice before [… First time I met him was after a concert in The Netherlands in 2007; Second time was in Chile in July 2008…]. He even seemed to remember me, so he put his arm around me and I put mine around him. We started walking and talking about a lot of things. It was amazing, I felt as though I had known him forever. I told him about all the times I had seen him live, and how his music had marked my life. I even told him about the time I saw him in Amsterdam in September. I waited for him outside the venue and when he walked toward me he didn’t see me. He admittedly said he was so stoned and drunk that day that he hardly remembered anything, and even apologised. Awww. And he was so happy to hear everything I told him and so humbled about it. Well, I know for a fact that he’s a very humble man, despite how genius he is.

Suddenly we reached some weird building that was near a trainstation… in London O_o. I don’t know how or why but it was the afternoon again. And we definitely didn’t spend all night walking together from Chile to London. Well, you know, weird things that occur in dreams. He told me he had to leave, so I asked him for a picture. I only had my cellphone with me, which fortunately has a really good camera. But there was a catch: the battery was low. I told Conor to stand next to me, somehow I had given him a Chilean flag earlier (weird, I don’t remember doing it lol) with “Bright Eyes” written on it, so he was holding it and smiling. I took two pictures which weren’t good enough and then my battery died. “Oh oh!” I thought. I had no way to reach my friends anymore. Conor told me to come along with him (I don’t remember where he was going) and I really wanted to go but I couldn’t. I knew my friends and my parents would be worried sick about me. I hugged him tight and told him that this would not be the last time we’d meet. He smiled and left.

I walked a few blocks and tried to turn my cell phone on again. It had very little battery, and I immediately got a call from my parents. Somehow, they were nearby O_o at some cafe O_o. I walked there and met them and my boyfriend, as well as my other friends who had been with me at the concert. I told them about my surreal experience with Conor, and how they left before the concert was over. They said they were worried about me and that they couldn’t reach me. We were sitting at a table eating and stuff… and you will not believe what happened next.

Surreal part number three: the owner of the cafe was no other than Layne Staley (O_o)!!!. […Layne Staley is my other top three music hero. He was the lead singer of the 90’s Grunge band Alice in Chains. He died in 2002, and the Grunge world has never been the same since then…]. Layne came to our table and asked us if we needed anything else. He had curly hair, a goatee, and he was wearing a hat. For some reason I thought his outfit looked kinda French, because of the sweater he was wearing. It was white, with horizontal black stripes. I stared at him and couldn’t believe my eyes. He was beautiful. To my dismay, I didn’t get to spend as much time with him as I did with Conor and Matt, however, he was there! Before we left the cafe, I walked to him and gave him a hug. I can’t remember exactly what I told him while I was hugging him, but it was probably related to him being amazing. He smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek. And before I could say anything else my alarm went on.

I had the biggest smile on my face this morning, I tell ya!

Those three men mean so much to me and have marked me in so many different ways, that having them all together visiting me in one night was probably too much to handle 🙂

Thanks for reading this. It means a LOT to me. I hope it was entertaining!!

Carolina.