Ok so, I’m very sorry about this post because it’s basically just gonna be me going all fangirl and shit. But I haven’t done it since I’ve been like 16 so give me a break.
Yesterday was the BRMC concert in Montreal. It was amazing, I ain’t even gonna talk about it ‘cause if you’re a BRMC fan, you know how these guys can put up a fantastic show and if you’re not a BRMC fan, you obviously don’t know what’s good for you and you probably also hate kittens and rainbows.
So, what I’m getting to is that at the end of the concert, I stayed in front of the stage (I was front row all along, Robert almost stepped on my fingers, it was glorious) and motioned to a roadie to ask for the setlist. The roadie saw me, took it and walked to the front of the stage but this attracted other people so he kinda just let it fall but I caught it, like, I had it in my hands and this FUCKING ASSHOLE came outta fucking nowhere and ripped it out of my hands. I kept a small piece, had a “the fuck man?” look on my face and this other girl who saw everything screamed at the guy who just walked away. But I wasn’t let that ruin my amazing evening and folded the paper and put it in my purse, a souvenir is a souvenir.
So then, me and my friend walked out of the venue and we were under Robert’s charm, we thought “man, let’s try, just try to see if the guys are hangin’ out behind.”
So this is where I’m gonna cut short and simply say that we saw Robert, sitting next to the tour bus, picking up a shirt from his suit case. With my heart beating so loud and blood rushing to my face, I walked to him and said hi.
And then, he spun around and gave me the sweetest smile ever and motioned to my hat and said “man, that hat! I wanted to steal it from you! Bowler hats are awesome!” I was amazed, he recognized me and my friend and started talking to us and we told him how much we enjoyed the show and I showed him my ankle that was wrapped in an elastic bandage and told him I was scared I couldn’t make it because I had fallen down a staircase on monday and he freaking asked me if I was alright!
So we asked for his autograph and I took the little piece of paper from my bag and told him the story and he looked at me, with a shocked expression and went “man! what? What a fucking asshole! Fuck, that sucks!” and then, he looked at me and said “wait! I think we might have some spare ones in the bus, let me have a look, I’ll be back in a sec!”
AND HE FREAKING WENT INTO THE TOURBUS TO FETCH ME A SETLIST! I could see him looking everywhere in the tourbus through the windows.
So yeah, long story short, he didn’t find one but he still signed the small piece of paper, still saying how this sucked and he signed my shirt and we took photos and he hugged me and all around, he was a freaking sweetheart.
So what I want to say is, thanks Robert, you are a dedicated, charismatic, talented musician and your sweetness and kindness will forever make me enjoy your music even more.
And fuck you asshole who stole MY setlist, you have a piece of paper and I had a moment with this amazing man. And Robert Levon Been thinks you’re an asshole and you suck. Karma.
I cried! This story is so amazing! Robert rules! and that asshole who took your setlist sucks indeed! I just can’t get over Robert’s sweetness! awesome man! <3