Breaking Me In With Ian

I would have more pictures from this, but since I was new to the whole photo part of groupiness, I had a disposable camera, so the quality definitely suffered. Plus, I would hate for anyone to sit here and wait for crappy pictures to load. Nevertheless, I was able to rush the stage with Travis (actually walk since there weren't many people there) and get some dark and fuzzy pictures.

Ultra Vivid Scene opened up for him and the concert was basically good. I won't go into too many details about concerts since I am not in the same hysteria I was then, thus not motivated to write it like it was yesterday. After the concert, Travis suggested we wait by the back door of the venue. Anyone who has done this can tell you to better bring a book and some cigarettes because the band may have already left and you're still there 3 hours later waiting for an autograph. This wasn't the case, though.

The bus (which I put on some lipstick & kissed - freak!) was still there, so we still had a good chance. Finally, Ian came out with all his bandmates. Immediately, a crowd developed, so Travis and I pushed our way to the bus door. Naive me didn't bring a pen, so I had to ask the bass player if he had one on the bus. He gave me one and I was able to get the back of my concert ticket signed with just an "IanX". While he was signing the ticket, Travis said, "Touch his hair!" Big hair was still a trademark back then, so what the hell, I touched it and then proceeded to delve my whole hand in the massive aqua net helmet.

Travis persisted on following the bus to the hotel. I thought it was crazy, but little did I know I would do crazier things. We arrived at the Colony Parks Hotel and ran to the front where they were getting off the bus. Of course there was some guy from Bill's Records & Tapes trying to get Ian to sign a million things so they could sell it for a million dollars later. Travis talked to Ian about Elizabeth Frasier and asked where he was playing next. He answered, "Atlantis". Travis said, "Oh, you mean Atlanta?" "Yeah, Atlantis." We concluded that he probably wasn't the most sober person. I finally got a decent autograph and then we left.

Back in Denton, my house was abandoned (left unlocked) by Little Stephen. Little did I know this also was a foreshadowing of his lame groupiness.

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